Mula Franklin

Tryna compete with me like tryna dunk on Z-Bo

Tryna compete with me like tryna dunk on Z-Bo
I'm the neighborhood hero
Tuck your chain, bitch, here come Deebo (Deebo)
Lotta niggas want me dead, but I keep fullies in my reach
You don't wanna see me win
Fuck your advice, won't hear you preach
(Fuck your advice, you fake)
Micro Drac' tucked in my coat
I'm nervous, so watch your approach
She mad 'cause we don't see each other
Fightin', I just box wit' her throat
I get that top and I go
We got the drop from his ho
And when we knocked that pussy nigga down
We screaming out "lets go!"
Who want the smoke? Let me know
Didn't buy this Glock from the store
I put a box on it, when we caught him, dropped three in a row
She said I'm doper than coke
Addictive, she comin' right back
Don't give it to her when she want it, take it
That dick get attacked
I cannot beef with a rat, so please, don't mention me pussy
I ain't gon' speak on that wax
But they know who jumped out them bushes
They know who hop out the car
Get up close, turn shit to za
They know they can't miss if they shoot at me
I take shit too far
All black truck sound just like a Trackhawk
Gotta have money to be ridin' in this
Take a nigga bitch with all this shit
Pretty, this ho thick as a brick
(Yah) She don't want nun' but some dick
(Yah) Her nigga ain't hittin' on shit (Yah, yah)
He be goin' through her phone, tryna see where she goin'
You insecure lil' bitch
We gettin money, all my niggas eatin'
2024 we gon' ball like the playoffs
You tired, go home, take the day off
Treat my lil' bitch like a princess
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me at nun'
I probably could beat 'em at hockey
You know me by Dee Mula
Lil Dee would have went in your pockets broad day
We gon' break the channel
Suit up for that anna'
All day, we gon' have them bitches crash, holdin' candles
Parkway, I can't let no nigga kill me, that's a never
'Fore I do that, I'ma get locked up
And talk through Global Tele (Free me)
(Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from)
Da Biggest
Ain't no nigga finna make my momma cry
I'ma hit they ass with them switches
Last nigga I caught at the store walked straight in the bathroom
Gotta shit now?
You a pranker, who the bitch now?
Bang everything, you a 69
Don't waste my time, lil' boy
You know I'm a gangster (You know I'm a thug)
You know if you drop the pin right now, I'ma pull up bangin'
I live my life like Grand Theft Auto
Mula Franklin
When threats get sent, I just be huntin', I don't be thankin'
('round this motherfucker)

Damn
Uh, uh
Don't play with–
Uh, uh, uh
Vote for me
Vote for me this year
Yeah
Thankin'



Credits
Writer(s): Ladarius Odum, David Hayes
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