Lyrics
Pick up to six lines to make a card.
Intro
Like, what the fuck?
Lil Novi in this bitch, Lil Mula, Lil Mula, Mula, Mula
Verse 1
If a fuck-nigga wanna try to cop my shooter (Cop my shooter)
Niggas Nike ski masked up, keep ‘em suited
Told my twin, “Put on your monkey suit, grab that [?] we gon' do it”
What it do it to ya
Don't make me mad, don't make me do it, yah
Feel that [?] I was sent, all I do is pop
God, forgive me for my sins, but we gon' get 'em all
Get 'em all, in the mall
I just spent a bag in [perimeter?]
I just spent a fucking bag on a bad bitch
And she ain't even gon' fuck with you, 'cause you average
But she just fuck with Louis and [Julius?] 'cause I'm havin' it
Havin' shit, too much motion
Fuck-nigga keep on riding my wave like it's the ocean
Water, waves on my nеck look like the ocean
Why your bitch keep staring at mе? Got her wet like the ocean
Me and the gang pop out [?] that like old shit (Pop out, pop out)
Why you want do some, my young niggas turn you into stone, bitch
Bridge
Brrr
Block, block, block, block
Block, block, block, block, block
Verse 2
Waxed jeans and I got blue cheese sticking out
I like my hoes from the North, but you know sometimes I fuck with the South
Rolling in the studio, get into it, geeked, I'm blowing loud
The shawty's tryna come back to the house
Hell nah
Outro
What the fuck (Hahaha)
(Hey twin, hey twin [?] some fine shit [?]) Lil Mula
(On god, need some fine shit with me right now) Brrr
(No bap, no cap, bad, bad, bad)
?
Lil Novi
[?] you
Yung Mula baby
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