Dee Mula
Intro
[Verse]
This gas got me so high
It feel like I'm up in the air like a parachute
I'm clutching my strap while I'm riding
'cause I'm finna see the way these n***as plot on you
I cut you off 'cause you crossed me
You can quit calling, you done lost me
You the type to throw a shot on the internet
I'm the type that'll off 'em
This bitch that I'm fucking, she got a big booty
And we be chilling, smoking weed and shit
We rolling up trees and shit
Bae pulled the scrap out, she like we need the stick
Yeah you right, give it here, I'm trippin'
The devil tryna catch me slipping but I can't go like that
Won't get no more like that, better play with your ho like that
And I got three bitches, matter fact I got four bitches
Man I need some more bitches
I'ma turn up with Lil Terio, my circle tighter than cheerios
I put a dick on the Glock and I ain't gotta reload
I can just keep on shooting
Blow a n***a like a flute, bless his ass, hachoo
Her pussy wet, make it poop
Share the bitch, alley-oop
Dick in her mouth like a tooth
I seen what you post on the internet
If I can't get to you then you don't need me
I'm feeling like Wiz, I shot out
Foreign bitch in the whip doin' dropout
I'm in the booth with my shirt off
Bitch hit the moon with her skirt off
Pick up the cash and I skrrt off
Hit the gas and go poof
I'm blowing kush out the roof
I'm getting chewed in the coupe
She poppin' pills, now she turnt
Seen 12 then I turned
'cause you know I'm hotter than perms
Ain't shaking hands, boy them germs
N***as snitching and they switching, I ain't tryna catch that
I got some straps in my backpack
And I'm tryna get me some get back
My ex on the internet talking down
Tryna shit on my name and shit
Tryna get her some fame and shit
But I'm tryna get rich and go get me a famous bitch
And I'm talking 'bout a millionaire
If she real put a ring on her
Ain't no sucker shit, she really bust some shit
She ain't with that opp shit, lil baby fuck with me
I'm in traffic with a whole bomb in a trunk
Got huck arm in the trunk
If you run up I'ma dump, leave the boy slumped
Walk up on him with the pump
I don't rock shit fugazi, say I'm her favorite
Now she on top like gravy
I'm in traffic with the Haitians
And I got drugs for the patients