Introduce You
Mula world
It's Mula world I'm trynna introduce you
And if you made it out the trenches homie I salute u
Be a coward, stand on business, pick the route that suits you
I show them love, they switched up on me look at how they do you
We had bitches gettin naked started that on oovoo
I be wit them niggas I swear that they screws loose
I know that I'm winning who the fuck imma lose to
Shots gon ring in his ear like it's Bluetooth
Slime wit me, he tryin to up it and shoot to
Actin all tough but these niggas be fruit loops
Foot on they neck imma step in some new shoes
Take off on a spaceship I'm on a new world
In love wit the Nina, I don't need a new girl
Shit off the dome got me feeling like JuiceWrld
She ain't eating it right if she don't make me toes curl
Brickboy I throw it up like I'm calling Earl
Dripped up, nigga I'm steppin in new apparel
Give a fuck bout a co-sign don't need a damn referral
He got back doored chasing a nut like a damn squirrel
Revisit my pain man I swear that the past hurt
She say that she want my location and password
But puttin my trust up in you is a hazard
No I ain't taking no slander
Bro got a standard he setting the standard
Shots fired we throwing more than a tantrum
You my brother then I got your back like a spasm
Nigga we eating we ain't fasting
Bad bitch she throw it back I ain't lasting
I'm on a whole different world another planet
Them brickboyz sticking wit me like a magnet
Run this shit up, it's a habit
Nigga wan play, he can play inna casket
I'm taking off inna red zone, Lamar Jackson
Game on the line, taking shots ain't no ball passing
We turning niggas to all Casper
He auditioning, nigga surrounded by all actors
Niggas be fake, Man I swear that they non factors
Niggas be bluffin, I swear that they cap rappers
Told bro, just throw the oop like the old raptors
He wasn't outside in the house like Corey Baxter
Taking this shit to the grave, I know what happened
Puttin in work man I swear imma make it rapping
I gave you my word imma make it happen
I'm settin them trends so bitch I'm the damn captain
I want me a cougar bitch looking like Janet Jackson
But I'm fucking my young bitch swear that her ass fatter
Put that shit on nigga look at my damn fashion
Exit wound looking like something out of the Grand Canyon
3rd eye open im sharper than damn Shannon
Locked in the booth I swear this my damn passion
I swear this my damn passion
Locked in the booth man I swear this my damn passion
It's Mula world I'm trynna introduce you
And if you made it out the trenches homie I salute u
Be a coward, stand on business, pick the route that suits you
I show them love, they switched up on me look at how they do you
We had bitches gettin naked started that on oovoo
I be wit them niggas I swear that they screws loose
I know that I'm winning who the fuck imma lose to
Shots gon ring in his ear like it's Bluetooth
Slime wit me, he tryin to up it and shoot to
Actin all tough but these niggas be fruit loops
Foot on they neck imma step in some new shoes
Take off on a spaceship I'm on a new world
In love wit the Nina, I don't need a new girl
Shit off the dome got me feeling like JuiceWrld
She ain't eating it right if she don't make me toes curl
Brickboy I throw it up like I'm calling Earl
Dripped up, nigga I'm steppin in new apparel
Give a fuck bout a co-sign don't need a damn referral
He got back doored chasing a nut like a damn squirrel
Revisit my pain man I swear that the past hurt
She say that she want my location and password
But puttin my trust up in you is a hazard
No I ain't taking no slander
Bro got a standard he setting the standard
Shots fired we throwing more than a tantrum
You my brother then I got your back like a spasm
Nigga we eating we ain't fasting
Bad bitch she throw it back I ain't lasting
I'm on a whole different world another planet
Them brickboyz sticking wit me like a magnet
Run this shit up, it's a habit
Nigga wan play, he can play inna casket
I'm taking off inna red zone, Lamar Jackson
Game on the line, taking shots ain't no ball passing
We turning niggas to all Casper
He auditioning, nigga surrounded by all actors
Niggas be fake, Man I swear that they non factors
Niggas be bluffin, I swear that they cap rappers
Told bro, just throw the oop like the old raptors
He wasn't outside in the house like Corey Baxter
Taking this shit to the grave, I know what happened
Puttin in work man I swear imma make it rapping
I gave you my word imma make it happen
I'm settin them trends so bitch I'm the damn captain
I want me a cougar bitch looking like Janet Jackson
But I'm fucking my young bitch swear that her ass fatter
Put that shit on nigga look at my damn fashion
Exit wound looking like something out of the Grand Canyon
3rd eye open im sharper than damn Shannon
Locked in the booth I swear this my damn passion
I swear this my damn passion
Locked in the booth man I swear this my damn passion
Credits
Writer(s): Cee Mula
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