Musty (feat. Star G4A)
You can't never say that I ain't ever put you first
I was the first young nigga put you in chinchilla fur
Let me hit it at the function
Make sure you wear a skirt
Girl put in work
Girl girl put in work
I ain't really had no time for other shit
That's my bad
Locked in
Focused on my craft
Get it from my dad
Foreign whip driver
But I ain't never want no fuckin Jag
I asked her do she want it now
She said yeah
Real bad
I put my all into this shit
I never put it last
Opps prayin that I fail
I still don't pray they crash
That boy Lingo like a secret weapon
Steve Nash
Step back
Shoot with the left
Ooh I got em mad
They ain't think I was in my bag
But I'm still playin with cash
Young nigga from the Nawf
I had to find my swag
I'll pay for the pussy
Just don't try to brag
Keep ya mouth shut
Or this could end real bad
Keep ya mouth shut
Or this could end real bad
Keep ya mouth shut
Or this could end real bad
Keep ya mouth shut
Or this could end real bad
Stop playin
You know I ain't never goin like that
Fuck the opps
Man them niggas could never touch me
Riding through the city
And I'm smokin on some musty
Baby in the back
With her friend
They wanna fuck me
Both them wanna fuck
Man I swear they wanna fuck me
Fuck the opps
Man them niggas could never touch me
Riding through the city
And I'm smokin on some musty
Baby in the back
With her friend
They wanna fuck me
Both them wanna fuck
Man I swear they wanna fuck me
Girl put in work
I throw the money like a nerf
My bitch thick
Her jeans skinny like the Jerks
This ain't the old Star
Pussy this the new boy
He a fake trap nigga
He a decoy
Part time rap nigga
Ima D-Boy
Money old like a nigga name Leroy
I ain't really on the drama
I be gettin commas
Try and tax me
Shit get ugly
Like ya baby mama
Ima man of honor
Never say shit to ya honor
Got a 40 on me
Turn you to an organ donor
A lot of gas on me
I turned my hood to Oregon
Don't I
Lil Spanish bitch
We was on Coronas
You pillow talkin bout some pussy
Boy I don't condone it
Drink the lean
I get sleepy
Like I need pajamas
My youngin shoot without no ball
He don't need no jumper
These niggas talkin like an interview
They need No Jumper
You can't even pay me back
Boy why I would I front you
Yo bitch ain't even all that
Boy why would I touch her
She pull up on me smokin musty
Cause I fuckin juug it
Put that bitch on a track like we makin music
Star
I was the first young nigga put you in chinchilla fur
Let me hit it at the function
Make sure you wear a skirt
Girl put in work
Girl girl put in work
I ain't really had no time for other shit
That's my bad
Locked in
Focused on my craft
Get it from my dad
Foreign whip driver
But I ain't never want no fuckin Jag
I asked her do she want it now
She said yeah
Real bad
I put my all into this shit
I never put it last
Opps prayin that I fail
I still don't pray they crash
That boy Lingo like a secret weapon
Steve Nash
Step back
Shoot with the left
Ooh I got em mad
They ain't think I was in my bag
But I'm still playin with cash
Young nigga from the Nawf
I had to find my swag
I'll pay for the pussy
Just don't try to brag
Keep ya mouth shut
Or this could end real bad
Keep ya mouth shut
Or this could end real bad
Keep ya mouth shut
Or this could end real bad
Keep ya mouth shut
Or this could end real bad
Stop playin
You know I ain't never goin like that
Fuck the opps
Man them niggas could never touch me
Riding through the city
And I'm smokin on some musty
Baby in the back
With her friend
They wanna fuck me
Both them wanna fuck
Man I swear they wanna fuck me
Fuck the opps
Man them niggas could never touch me
Riding through the city
And I'm smokin on some musty
Baby in the back
With her friend
They wanna fuck me
Both them wanna fuck
Man I swear they wanna fuck me
Girl put in work
I throw the money like a nerf
My bitch thick
Her jeans skinny like the Jerks
This ain't the old Star
Pussy this the new boy
He a fake trap nigga
He a decoy
Part time rap nigga
Ima D-Boy
Money old like a nigga name Leroy
I ain't really on the drama
I be gettin commas
Try and tax me
Shit get ugly
Like ya baby mama
Ima man of honor
Never say shit to ya honor
Got a 40 on me
Turn you to an organ donor
A lot of gas on me
I turned my hood to Oregon
Don't I
Lil Spanish bitch
We was on Coronas
You pillow talkin bout some pussy
Boy I don't condone it
Drink the lean
I get sleepy
Like I need pajamas
My youngin shoot without no ball
He don't need no jumper
These niggas talkin like an interview
They need No Jumper
You can't even pay me back
Boy why I would I front you
Yo bitch ain't even all that
Boy why would I touch her
She pull up on me smokin musty
Cause I fuckin juug it
Put that bitch on a track like we makin music
Star
Credits
Writer(s): Devin Deshawn Davidson, Chris Ogunnowo, Justin Caver, Jonas Schilvold
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