Testi
Pull up and hop out the Porsche
Got butt naked bitches that fuck on the floor (aye)
I swear I been hopped off that porch
They say i go ham I don't really eat pork
She suck on my dick she want more
I kick that hungry little bitch out my door (aye)
I only want cake nothing more
I bust on her face that bitch hit the door (aye)
Hunnids And 50’s I hop out the Bentley
Lil butt naked bitch flashing ass and they titties
I’m couting gwala im dream chasing Milly’s
My pockets hold weight bankroll bigger than Biggie
Hop out the trap bitch I’m dipped in that Gucci
Step in the scene and you know it’s a movie
Stupid lil bitch steady out tryna do me
She topped the whole gang lil bitch you’re a groupie
Disrespectful lil ****
You gone need lessons if you think you can school me (aye)
Bitch who the fuck do you think that you fooling
I cum in her mouth and I left that bitch drooling
Gang in this bitch and we boolin
They got no respect man they might get to shooting (aye)
She topped me up to the fullest
That bitch got no brain man I swear that she stupid (aye)
Young **** trap for them Benjamin’s
Might see me flipping them franks in the basement (aye)
Got dreads like I’m hatiaint my **** smoke hatiant
They see you if you got it
They might just go and take it
My foot on the gas I’m out doing the dash
The money is calling I’m out paper chasing
I gotta get to it lil bitch I’m impatient
I’m in the fast route and I’m out lane switching (M.U.L.A Look Look Look)
I do not rock Ferragamo
You might see me bathing in ape in that camo
Got two freaky hoes they gone do what I say so
I need that check now give me to me I’ll take those (aye)
If you a fan better say so
Don’t walk up on me like you is the feds bro (aye)
Better watch what you is saying bro
My **** smoke dope and I’m talking big Draco’s (aye)
Zero’s on zero’s on zero’s
Get that check fast and I get Real it pronto (aye)
Counting up Hunnids and honcho’s
M.U.L.A and it comes from Wells Fargo
Back in my bag like I never left
She don’t get right then you know that bitch getting left
This shit ain’t right it ain’t even fair
I spent a rack on a belt I don’t even wear (aye)
We pull up all black in Off White
Got couple of guys toting poles for they life
Foreign lil bitch she gone ride on my bike
And after that she gotta go catch a flight
Overseas I fucked that bitch for one night
I can’t trust these bitches these bitches ain’t right
I promise you I had to go earn my stripes
Young **** moving and living this life (M.U.L.A)
Written by: Marty Mula