Whole Lotta Things
All of the shit we making this fall
They keep telling lies so we drop 'em
We don't talk about who was the puppet
I pick up the pace change subject
Checking on my fucking degrade
Take some notes when we upgrade
I need to be free cos I'm up there
Fuck all the bad we up there
I left y'all pussies scared
I'm too cold to let you touch me
We don't fight back about a chair
Put my niggas in the fucking first place
We are not from where you are put some respect on my cut cheque
We repping IND rep it till END and the END
Shit
All about Mula wicked shit get the fuck of my dick
Never give a fuck about a bitch if you do then you just dug your pit
Never try to Blend in or try to fuck with us we end your shit
This the type of shit you can't fuck with
Type of mine can't found bitch
She look like she's psychic
But honestly she a shy chick
I don't do is side kick
Only know how to drop this
Only came for hot miss
Lonely when she is not with me
Tell her that we moshpit
Ain't alone when she's not with me
Told her I stick to basics
Too old school to be lazy
Put a pussy nigga on the rollers
Knock the fuck out of these haters
On the fucking stage middle finger up like a rager
Control my flow
Can't wait to meet these hoes when I'm on the road
Opps keep snitching you can tell this shit too but it's Fuck You Hoe
My bitch be on the phone talking explicit shit she know what I'm on
They can't even get to con they be acting tough but that bitch is gone
90's born
99 problems
But bitch ain't one
Game too long
All I have to say is keep it
Atrong
Words can't calm you
One word they can fight you
One way that's the shit I knew
One thing I don't give a fuck about you
Now I gotta love the process
Already made that choice
Make some money split some profits
Made a deal without a office
Fact is a seed for a knowledge tree
I think you need it just keep it clear
Murdering beats when I'm on beat
If it's beef leave it on streets
Put some grease on your knees when you suck it with your big lips
Filthy motherfuckers get there jaw checked cos we pressed them
Whole lotta things whole lotta things
Started whole lotta things whole lotta things
See this whole lotta things whole lotta things
I got whole lotta things whole lotta things
I don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
Rapping like I give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
They keep telling lies so we drop 'em
We don't talk about who was the puppet
I pick up the pace change subject
Checking on my fucking degrade
Take some notes when we upgrade
I need to be free cos I'm up there
Fuck all the bad we up there
I left y'all pussies scared
I'm too cold to let you touch me
We don't fight back about a chair
Put my niggas in the fucking first place
We are not from where you are put some respect on my cut cheque
We repping IND rep it till END and the END
Shit
All about Mula wicked shit get the fuck of my dick
Never give a fuck about a bitch if you do then you just dug your pit
Never try to Blend in or try to fuck with us we end your shit
This the type of shit you can't fuck with
Type of mine can't found bitch
She look like she's psychic
But honestly she a shy chick
I don't do is side kick
Only know how to drop this
Only came for hot miss
Lonely when she is not with me
Tell her that we moshpit
Ain't alone when she's not with me
Told her I stick to basics
Too old school to be lazy
Put a pussy nigga on the rollers
Knock the fuck out of these haters
On the fucking stage middle finger up like a rager
Control my flow
Can't wait to meet these hoes when I'm on the road
Opps keep snitching you can tell this shit too but it's Fuck You Hoe
My bitch be on the phone talking explicit shit she know what I'm on
They can't even get to con they be acting tough but that bitch is gone
90's born
99 problems
But bitch ain't one
Game too long
All I have to say is keep it
Atrong
Words can't calm you
One word they can fight you
One way that's the shit I knew
One thing I don't give a fuck about you
Now I gotta love the process
Already made that choice
Make some money split some profits
Made a deal without a office
Fact is a seed for a knowledge tree
I think you need it just keep it clear
Murdering beats when I'm on beat
If it's beef leave it on streets
Put some grease on your knees when you suck it with your big lips
Filthy motherfuckers get there jaw checked cos we pressed them
Whole lotta things whole lotta things
Started whole lotta things whole lotta things
See this whole lotta things whole lotta things
I got whole lotta things whole lotta things
I don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
Rapping like I give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
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Writer(s): K Rahul
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