Mula

Hang wit who Nah niggas can't hang wit me I'm antisocial like I'm Roddy Bitch don't talk to me That Mula Mula I'm a fein for it like Eugene In and outta state I fucked yo bae for A two peice She Groupie Hit dat pussy once I left her snoozy Niggas think they Cujo Hollows turn Em into Scoobies Always mix n match designer sorry I'm too Choosy Neva would I let a nigga slide he try and Boom me He gone think its sweet when I lay low and start to do me Catchem and his mans Duck Duck Goosem She a bad bitch she tryna f*ck me Move me inna House Put her in da cycle Blew her back out At my Momma House Remember late nights in a house that Only had a couch I aint take the College Route already Had shit figured out When I was Rappin you was either Hoopin or was Runin Routes How y'all tryna Drive da boat can't even Back da Hummer Out Dont bite the hand that's feeding all You niggas now I was doing features for you niggas That aint need the clout Rollin up im in the lobby Tryna see Who Gas around Left the suite dat shit lookin like Magic too much ass around Rock Star Life like this backy Pass a Bitch around You say u my mans then when its Time you better hold shit down I see that's yo mans well grab his Hand we finna air shit out Wait hold on we Got Bands Niggas Broke my pockets poking out Off -White not no Vans u wear Thrasher like you skating out I stay wit dis lead heavy arms like I Been workin out 123 he dead catch 6 mo he think he 50 now check the score Neva lost they think ima Big Baller Now Hang wit who Nah niggas can't hang wit me I'm antisocial like I'm Roddy Bitch don't talk to me That Mula Mula im a fein for it like Eugene