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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dee Mula
Dee Mula
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ladarius Odum
Ladarius Odum
Lyrics
David Hayes
David Hayes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Honcho Denaro,
Honcho Denaro,
Producer

Lyrics

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'
Writer(s): David Hayes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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