Murda Muzik
Girl, you got shit in yo ass
Like albums, opps be dropping
I pull up, they pussy popping
They can't ever catch me slipping 'cause I'm doing all the mopping
I go make that bitch jump like all these niggas bunny hopping
I been getting all this dough, I think I might need pizza toppings
I got these opps and I be on they ass
Ima pull up when I'm hitting the dash
Getting this cash and fucking her cat
You getting this Gat if you touch on my bag
Beat so sick, no COVID, no bat
My mind ain't straight but I ain't no fag
Her bubble butt gone bust out the fat
That girl acting so good, she bad
Hahaha
I'm making money
You too broke 'cause you act funny
What that make you? You just bummy
Nigga go cry to your mummy
I make this shit jump like bunnies
That bitch want a ring, go talk to Sonic
Got 2 twin Glocks like Clyde and Bonnie
Gone shoot that nigga if he take off running
I might just kill a nigga
Choppa gay 'cause it gonna go fill a nigga
Don't you ask me 'cause I ain't gone feel you nigga
Nigga I don't wanna ever be like you niggas
Out of all of us, who got the bigger trigger?
My lil' baby be showing the bigger picture
Choppa singing, you know that lil' bitch a singer
Stupid bitch almost made me wanna hit her
Goddamn
I'm gone take off like I'm Offset, uh
I been geeking off this Percocet, uh
I ain't like that when I take this X, uh
I get too bored, might just fuck my ex, uh
Like my money cripping, got blue faces on my checks, huh
Overfroze the season, got this ice all on my neck, huh
Money so big like it's a T-Rex, huh
All this paper make me famous like my name is Dex, huh
This a set up (Set up)
How bout you niggas settle?
I got all of these Boretta's you know we gone change the weather
All these Percs got my head light I'm feeling like a feather
We gone take ya life nigga, yeah we making shit better, uh
Like albums, opps be dropping
I pull up, they pussy popping
They can't ever catch me slipping 'cause I'm doing all the moppin
I go make that bitch jump like all these niggas bunny hopping
I been getting all this dough, I think I might need pizza toppings
I got these opps and I be on they ass
Ima pull up when I'm hitting the dash
Getting this cash and fucking her cat
You getting this Gat if you touch on my bag
Beat so sick, no COVID, no bat
My mind ain't straight but I ain't no fag
Her bubble butt gone bust out the fat
That girl acting so good, she bad
Like albums, opps be dropping
I pull up, they pussy popping
They can't ever catch me slipping 'cause I'm doing all the mopping
I go make that bitch jump like all these niggas bunny hopping
I been getting all this dough, I think I might need pizza toppings
I got these opps and I be on they ass
Ima pull up when I'm hitting the dash
Getting this cash and fucking her cat
You getting this Gat if you touch on my bag
Beat so sick, no COVID, no bat
My mind ain't straight but I ain't no fag
Her bubble butt gone bust out the fat
That girl acting so good, she bad
Hahaha
I'm making money
You too broke 'cause you act funny
What that make you? You just bummy
Nigga go cry to your mummy
I make this shit jump like bunnies
That bitch want a ring, go talk to Sonic
Got 2 twin Glocks like Clyde and Bonnie
Gone shoot that nigga if he take off running
I might just kill a nigga
Choppa gay 'cause it gonna go fill a nigga
Don't you ask me 'cause I ain't gone feel you nigga
Nigga I don't wanna ever be like you niggas
Out of all of us, who got the bigger trigger?
My lil' baby be showing the bigger picture
Choppa singing, you know that lil' bitch a singer
Stupid bitch almost made me wanna hit her
Goddamn
I'm gone take off like I'm Offset, uh
I been geeking off this Percocet, uh
I ain't like that when I take this X, uh
I get too bored, might just fuck my ex, uh
Like my money cripping, got blue faces on my checks, huh
Overfroze the season, got this ice all on my neck, huh
Money so big like it's a T-Rex, huh
All this paper make me famous like my name is Dex, huh
This a set up (Set up)
How bout you niggas settle?
I got all of these Boretta's you know we gone change the weather
All these Percs got my head light I'm feeling like a feather
We gone take ya life nigga, yeah we making shit better, uh
Like albums, opps be dropping
I pull up, they pussy popping
They can't ever catch me slipping 'cause I'm doing all the moppin
I go make that bitch jump like all these niggas bunny hopping
I been getting all this dough, I think I might need pizza toppings
I got these opps and I be on they ass
Ima pull up when I'm hitting the dash
Getting this cash and fucking her cat
You getting this Gat if you touch on my bag
Beat so sick, no COVID, no bat
My mind ain't straight but I ain't no fag
Her bubble butt gone bust out the fat
That girl acting so good, she bad
Credits
Writer(s): Jourdan Brothern
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