Dead Fingerz

Three-five in my wood I'm smokin' dead fingers Yeah I'm Mula if you broke then it's nice To meet you Ten before ten back door the jug I ain't no People pleaser I can't trust these bitches all these bitches Out here lil' Caesars I'm a quarterback pass me all the damn hunts Hit her off a Percocet leave her whole back hunched Heard you out here featherweight but actin' like you really punch Told my shorty hit that block anybody you see they ass lunch Told my shorty hit that block anybody you see they ass dope They like Mula you the one you the one that get the block hope Ridin' foreign this not no striker I can go wherever I want Steady trolling on the net now yo homie dying for a post Free my rappy I don't want that bitch her ass really plastic They take one of mine we need three they be like damn they so dramatic Sippin' Trish ninety-nine baby I was too young for the act Real Three to five in my wood I damn near had an asthma attack Three to five in my wood I'm smokin' dead fingers Yeah I'm Mula if you broke then it's nice to meet you Ten before ten back door the Jug I ain't no people pleaser I can't trust these bitches all these bitches out here lil' Caesars I'm a quarterback pass me all the damn hunts Hit her off a Percocet leave her whole back hunched Heard you out here featherweight but actin' like you really punch Told my shorty hit that block anybody you see they ass lunch I'm a quarterback pass me all the damn hunts