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Function Lyrics


Artist: That Mexican OT

 
Background and Context That Mexican OT is an artist known for his raw and unfiltered approach to music, often invorporating themes and language that reflect his personal experiences and broader societal observations. "Function" appears to continue this trend, using vivid, albeit explicit, imagery and language to convey its messages. Main Message and Theme The song's title, "Function," suggests a dual meaning: both as a social event wgere behaviors and actions might deviate from the norm and as the ability to operate or perform in daily life. The lyrics oscillate between descriptions of disruptive behaviors at social gatherings and personal admissions of struggling with self-control or moderation ("Put a sheet of assist on my belly, I can barely even function"). This duality presents a commentary on excess and the search for identity within the chaos of modern life. Emotional Tone and Style The tone is defiant, hedonistic, and confrontational, with a strong emphasis on self-assurance and individualism. That Mexican OT's style is characterized by directness and the use of vivid, street-inspired vernacular that challenges conventional norms and expectations. The repetitive nature of certain lines reinforces the song's themes and the artist's messages. Analyzing Lyrics Lines like "The f**k you mean, yo mama didn't teach you how to cook?" can be interpreted as critiquing traditional gender roles and expectations, juxtaposed humorously with the subsequent line to highlight contradictions in societal standards and personal behaviors. The reference to "skate off a b**ch like truck fit" utilizes brand names and slang to create imagery that conveys a sense of movement and escape, perhaps symbolizing the artist's approach to relationships and societal constraints. Cultural Significance "Function" can be seen as a reflection of contemporary societal norms, where traditional values and expectations are constantly being reevaluated and challenged. The song's explicit content and themes might not be universally accepted, but they offer insight into the struggles, desires, and contradictions of modern life, especially within certain cultural and social contexts. By employing a raw and unfiltered language, That Mexican OT contributes to the ongoing dialogue about identity, excess, and the human condition in the modern world. The song's linguistic choices serve not only as expressions of individuality but also as reflections on broader societal trends and issues.

Function Lyrics

Function by That Mexican OT


Where you going at?

The f**k you mean, yo mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Ya mama didn't teach how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off a b**ch like truck fit
Stupid-ass b**ch, but her butt thick, I be with the f**k sh*t, f**king up functions
Put a sheet of assist on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, b**ch, what up, b**ch?

Two lesbo's in the crib-o, I'm going dumb with it
YoungBoy soaking up the game, I had a run with it
Billy with me and the semi with me, we gone gun sh*t
Have him dodging bullets, got him looking like he krumping
Bay City, Freeport, all the way to West Columbia
I got money that's dippin' and tippin', flipping like a tumbler
Southside still holding a whole lot of money that's bundled up
They put me in the ring because they knew I could rumble ya
I never lose, always chose, I leave a sucker with a bruise
I beat yo head just like some drums, and now they complain blues

Hot like the summer, but I still keep it kool
Shout-out my vato's from the west, they some down-ass fools
I'm in the nine-five-six with a top-notch b**ch
They tryna jock my sh*t, but they can't rock like this
This is Air Force Ones, this is not K-Swiss
Lil' buddy on the floor, head looking like grits

The f**k you mean, yo mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Ya mama didn't teach how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off a b**ch like truck fit
Stupid-ass b**ch, but her butt thick, I be with the f**k sh*t, f**king up functions
Put a sheet of assist on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, b**ch, what up, b**ch?

Aye, what up, b**ch?
Yeah, I'm still the one they can't f**k with (f**k with)
Thirty-pointer diamonds and above sh*t
Got your ho chasing, trying to fight a temptation
I be on some David Ruffin sh*t (Yeah)
For a player, I love a shorty that's dumb thick (Aye)
Chasing paper, I'm counting it to my thumb itch
Nigga try and take it, I'm popping it till the gun click
f**k a top five, them niggas know I'm the one, b**ch (Mane)
Ha, goddamn, okay, I'm acting golden
I'm Sammy Sosa, I take a strike and get back motion (Facts)
I'm passing doja, I'm rocking Rollies, the bag is frozen
The niggas cappin' bogus, the reason why I be stepping over
My b**ch is golden and pretty, and asses swollen
And yo b**ch is hopeless and looks like something we passing over
The way I'm dressing, these niggas thinking the trap is open
b**ch, I'm in the function on all the ho's like I'm Fashion Nova

The f**k you mean, yo mama didn't teach you how to cook?
Ya mama didn't teach how to suck dick, but you could suck dick
Skate off a b**ch like truck fit
Stupid-ass b**ch, but her butt thick, I be with the f**k sh*t, f**king up functions
Put a sheet of assist on my belly, I can barely even function (Function, function)
What up, b**ch, what up, b**ch?



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