Mula

Hang wit who
Nah niggas can't hang wit me
I'm antisocial like I'm Roddy Bitch don't talk to me
That Mula Mula I'm a fein for it like Eugene
In and outta state I fucked yo bae for A two peice

She Groupie

Hit dat pussy once I left her snoozy
Niggas think they Cujo Hollows turn Em into Scoobies
Always mix n match designer sorry I'm too Choosy
Neva would I let a nigga slide he try and Boom me
He gone think its sweet when I lay low and start to do me
Catchem and his mans Duck Duck Goosem
She a bad bitch she tryna fuck me Move me inna House
Put her in da cycle Blew her back out At my Momma House
Remember late nights in a house that Only had a couch
I aint take the College Route already Had shit figured out
When I was Rappin you was either Hoopin or was Runin Routes
How y'all tryna Drive da boat can't even Back da Hummer Out
Dont bite the hand that's feeding all You niggas now
I was doing features for you niggas That aint need the clout
Rollin up im in the lobby Tryna see Who Gas around
Left the suite dat shit lookin like Magic too much ass around
Rock Star Life like this backy Pass a Bitch around
You say u my mans then when its Time you better hold shit down
I see that's yo mans well grab his Hand we finna air shit out
Wait hold on we Got Bands Niggas Broke my pockets poking out
Off -White not no Vans u wear Thrasher like you skating out
I stay wit dis lead heavy arms like I Been workin out
123 he dead catch 6 mo he think he 50 now check the score
Neva lost they think ima Big Baller Now

Hang wit who
Nah niggas can't hang wit me
I'm antisocial like I'm Roddy Bitch don't talk to me

That Mula Mula im a fein for it like Eugene



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Writer(s): Jordan Rankin
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