Funk Paddle - Şevin, Sevin Duce

Knob on eleven really turnt up

For real

Knob on eleven baby turnt up

It’s really something or it’s really nothin'

Ain’t no in between

For real

Ay

I’m grinding like a pro skater

Trying to get it now brodie no later

I’m ready anytime I’m a Gold Stater

Put in work with the homie call it co labor

Ugh

Rugged like an old razor

From the block where they do not do no favors

Get mad at the price cuz it won’t waiver

He mad at the ice he a cold hater

Beat knocking like a old cater

I do my thing in the ring… Joe Frazier

I used to keep a broad on my rotator

Now I look to God He my soul’s Savior

That young nigga’s saved, paid and he fly

OG gets the call I’m just standing by

Purple blood runs deep through my family tie

The dude he go Stewie he a Family Guy

Is the game hard to handle like a chopstick

Nah nah it’s really nothing when you got grip

Peanut butter in the cockpit

Turn the beat up

Then we turn the heat up til the pot stick

Knob on eleven really turnt up

Ride slow on the city let the trunk rattle

Knob on eleven baby turnt up

Beat knock let it hit you with the funk paddle

Old school big body whale

Earthquake and the trunk slide like a snail

Follow my trail

Grinding without that rail

Always on the go that’s outgoing mail

Alpha male never tuck my tail

Saved by God never saved by the bell

Opposite of frail

Turtle shell team W

We don’t do the L

One time no redo

You a real one me too

Game locked got the key too

Beat knock funky seafood

While I ride wet.

sea dew

I’m in the coupe like my mane 'Bron

No roof mean the brain gone

And the guts no cut it came raw

What we do

Really turn it up

Chainsaw

Knob on eleven really turnt up

Ride slow on the city let the trunk rattle

Knob on eleven baby turnt up

Beat knock let it hit you with the funk paddle

Yeah forever mobbing

For real

I get it in how I get it out

And we was in the wind you was in the drought

For the Lord I did cool

And I did without

You ain’t gonna play it by the rule

Nigga sit it out

Yeah

Bring the Gospel to the whole nation

Whole squad full felonies and probation

Tearing down the roof is my vocation

Anybody want the truth drop your location

Yeah

And we gon' wiggle out and pull up

Demons ain’t safe when we glide

Yuh

Ay The funk paddle beat your skull up

They say it’s too much bass in the ride

Yeah

I really met God rellie vis-a-vie

I paid him credit for the MOB like a visa fee

I’m on a whole different frequency

To the point if you met real

You would tell him that he keeps it me

Knob on eleven really turnt up

Ride slow on the city let the trunk rattle

Knob on eleven baby turnt up

Beat knock let it hit you with the funk paddle