Funk Flex & Rowdy Rebel – Re-Route (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Funk Flex (Funkmaster Flex) & Rowdy Rebel collaborate on a new single tagged “Re-Route”. Listen, watch the video, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Non Native & Bordeaux.

Funk Flex & Rowdy Rebel Re Route

Another day, andother roll out from Funk Flex. The Hot 97 icon has been preparing for the release of a string of project he announced on social media, and we’ve received collaborations with the Fivio Foreign and late King Von. This week, Flex is back with another single and this time, he partners with Rowdy Rebel on a track that comes a little over a month since the latter was released from prison.

Funk Flex recently said that as soon as Rowdy was freed, he’d reach out for a collaboration, and by the look of things, they immediately got to work. Like Flex’s previous singles, “Re-Route” arrives with an accompanying visual that features luxury cars and isolated locations.

Funk Flex & Rowdy Rebel – Re-Route (prod. Non Native & Bordeaux)

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Lyrics

[Verse]
Ain’t with the funny shit, load up a hundred clip
You already know who I’m comin’ with (Who you wit’?)
If it’s lit, then it’s lit, y’all know how we get
We drop shit for the fuck of it (How you get?)
If he make a mistake and move wrong
With no hesitation, Monte uppin’ it (Boom)
If it’s 10K on this nigga’s head
Fuck that, we gon’ double it (Hah)
I went the wrong way (What?), I had to reroute (Skrrt)
These is bloody shoes (What?), I’m gonna bleed out
If she can’t get away from her nigga (Don’t you tell her)
I tell her, “Sneak out” (Don’t you dare)
Then I put ’em on molly and Xans, I gotta geek now
Middle fingers to the opps, they know how we rock (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
It ain’t no options, R.I.P. to Pop Smoke
If we find out who did it, y’all know we gon’ pop them
Red beam, .30, shot ’em, drop ’em, I’m just bein’ honest
Ayy, yo, DWade, you got ’em? (D, I got ’em, nigga)
Well, mission accomplished (Baow)
Back to this rap shit, back to the topic
Count up the profit (Huh?)
I pull up with a bad bitch (Skrrt)
By the end of the night, we gettin’ it poppin’ (Woo)
Speak about rap shit
I hear all the hate, I hear all the gossip
But I promised Boobie I’ma chill, for real
So don’t let me break that promise (Gang, gang)
Everything litty, everything digital
Put that on God (Nigga, that’s on the stars)
When I’m back in the city
I’m mixing Givenchy with Christian Dior (Nigga, know what you start)
And these hoes tryna get me
They lookin’ for comments like Lira Galore (Lira Galore)
I’m back in my city
I hopped out of prison and jumped on the Forbes
Bust down what? Bust down this
Big drip what? Big drip this
15K for my muhfuckin’ fit (Grrt, grrt)
Keep twenty-two shots in my muhfuckin’ stick (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

[Chorus]
I’m back in my bag, sachet (In my bag)
Don’t get me mad, fache (Don’t get me mad)
Bitch, I’m a Suvi, I make a movie (Bitch, I’m a what?)
Right in front your Barclay (Like, woo)
Don’t let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me, baow, baow, baow) ‘Partment
Don’t let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don’t let me, don’t let me, grraow, baow, grraow) ‘Partment
I’m back in my bag, sachet (In my bag)
Don’t get me mad, fache (Don’t get me mad)
Bitch, I’m a Suvi, I make a movie (Bitch, I’m a what?)
Right in front your Barclay (Like, woo)
Don’t let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don’t let me, don’t let me, don’t let me, baow, baow, baow) ‘Partment
Don’t let me up it and leave it stuck
(Don’t let me, don’t let me, baow, baow, baow) ‘Partment