Mula Gang

[Verse 1: Jay Jones] Man, startin' five when it's game time (Dawg, ayy) Talkin' drugs on my main line That's a strange sign, can't really trust you (Okay) Ain't have a clue that I was workin' so hard to get where I'm at I can vision this shit, had a dream, call me Jay Luther King Now I woke up and I'm livin' this shit Time change, people change too (Right?), never let the people change you (Right?) Pack made it safe, we straight (Woo), pull off in a cocaine coupe (Skrrt) Got two snow bunnies with me (Yeah), one Becky one named Sue (Yeah) Sue don't really do what Becky do (Yeah), Becky sexual with the crew Gang, 2000 at HollyGrove, this the year of the Mula, I put that on Mula (Who want it?) Pull out the passports, fuck a city ho, I need a bitch from Aruba (Gone) She say my dick like a ruler (Woo), she let me fuck her medulla Then I pass that ho to Euro, when it come to head, that ho better than Super, I'm gone (Hey, hey) [Pre-Chorus: Jay Jones] Wait, I think I'm made for this shit (Hey) I got the way with this shit (Hey), grind every day for this shit (Woo, woo) Every night, bad hoes (Gang), shop open, no closed (Gang) Make money, stack more (Gang), I guess that's what they ask for (Gang) [Chorus: Jay Jones] Wait, yeah (Woo), Mula Gang (Yeah) Woo, man (Yeah), Mula Gang Yeah, yeah (Gang), Mula Gang (Woo) Gang, yeah (Woo), Mula Gang [Verse 2: Euro] Check, I'ma do 'em like Big Meech, this strip club's in '03 Like when MJ dropped sixty-nine on the Cavs in OT Keith Moore with a low fade, fiends still in the Stone Age Goons in the crowd strapped hope, they don't clap while I'm on stage Side talk, I'm immune to, been the new kid in the new school I ain't too fond of the new school, I'm an old soul in a young man Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through, two cokes still a hot boy But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge 'til I beat whoever I lose to We the ones who had good girls by the pool snortin' up lines I'm the reason all the bad college bitches never showed up on time We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwin' up signs (Signs) Born to lose but I built up, always knew growin' up I I think I'm made for this shit [Pre-Chorus: Jay Jones] Wait, I think I'm made for this shit (Hey) I got the way with this shit (Hey), grind every day for this shit (Woo, woo) Every night, bad hoes (Gang), shop open, no closed (Gang) Make money, stack more (Gang), I guess that's what they ask for (Gang) [Chorus: Jay Jones] Wait, yeah (Woo), Mula Gang (Yeah) Woo, man (Yeah), Mula Gang Yeah, yeah (Gang), Mula Gang (Woo) Gang, yeah (Woo), Mula Gang [Verse 3: HoodyBaby] I'm Steph Curry, I'm Wardell, I'm all hell When the Warriors come out to play, y'all all fail I got fish scale, I got four scales I'm the nigga in the city pushin' dope deals HoodyBaby in the kitchen when the smoke clears I can clear two-hunnid thousand like my throat, yeah I make it rumble in the jungle where koalas lie Bitches call me HoodyBear, i'm koala-fied Oh that went over your head? I'm over qualified Really make them guns fly, bitch I'm stuck in overdrive Trick or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide All this trappin' in my Jesus piece like show you right [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] L.A.T, Moms was hard on me with grades Had to turn them Bs to A, now I'm turning words to paper Turnin' birds to haters, fry their wings and legs I prefer a leg, I deserve a raise Should be overpaid, I just toast the bread I ain't burn the bread, made it gold instead Turning more than heads, take a lemon head Turn it into bread, got the golden dreads Got me on the meds, had a talk with Tez About me on the meds, forgot the shit he said I'm out here on the edge, don't try to sell me, Reg I'll knock you off the ledge, I'll pop off on sketch Prayin' like pledge, bullets gon' spread Catch 'em like Dez, all in your ass Handguns in the console, I'm a shark in the fishbowl Runnin' plays on my rich hoes, sunny days in the North Pole I'm a player, play my part, ho, turn a rock to the charcoal Heart throb but my heart close, short ride on a long road Long days and them long nights, big dogs, yeah, we all bite Big words, just all hype, small talk, large price Alright, not nice, heart cold, hot ice She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, drops mic Stop light, stop runnin' your mouth 'fore I run in your mouth From a hundred dollas to a hundred accounts Got fuckin' problems, tryna figure 'em out Niggas run in your house waitin' on my count Bitches in they house waiting on my call Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang, yes, Lord I think I'm made for this shit [Pre-Chorus: Jay Jones] Wait, I think I'm made for this shit (Hey) I got the way with this shit (Hey), grind every day for this shit (Woo, woo) Every night, bad hoes (Gang), shop open, no closed (Gang) Make money, stack more (Gang), I guess that's what they ask for (Gang) [Chorus: Jay Jones] Wait, yeah (Woo), Mula Gang (Yeah) Woo, man (Yeah), Mula Gang Yeah, yeah (Gang), Mula Gang (Woo) Gang, yeah (Woo), Mula Gang