[Intro: Dee Mula, Moneybagg Yo, & Stunna 4 Vegas]
Doo-doo
Dee Mula
D-double-E-M-U-L-A
Big Bagg
4X
Go
[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Crunk up the Rolls Royce (Skrrt)
Changed my mind, then I hopped in a Lambo' (Switch)
It's like niggas ain't seein' me, camo ('Flauge)
'Til I pull up all white like the damn Pope (God)
We got more guns than cheat codes
Livin' like Grand Theft Auto, Los Santos (Santos)
I'm doin' business with cheat codes
Turn an Airbnb to a bando (Turn that bitch out)
Pour up the drink (Pour it up)
Fourth quarter pressure, I'm clutchin' the paint (I'm holdin' it)
Chain of command (Explain)
When you the big speaker, you up in the rank (High power)
Leave you with cavities (Why?)
For thinking shit sweet, I hope you don't thin
Somethin' must be wrong with his starter (Tune-up)
A nigga try me, I swear I'ma crank, hey, Big Bagg
[Chorus: Dee Mula]
We poured a lil' drugs, in traffic with choppers and Glocks, we 'bout ready to crank up
She put a Perc' on her tongue and let it dissolve, she 'bout ready to crank up
I don't give a fuck about subliminals, I'm ready to crash, nigga play, I'ma crank up
She full of Hennessy, crunk up, he want some smoke, where your key, nigga? Crank up
[Verse 2: Dee Mula]
Roll up a Backwood, I'm bent
I just bought a new car, the first thing I did, I got that ho tinted
Take the car back, boy, it's rented
My bitches be selling hair, plus they be strippin'
My pockets fat, obese, my bitch a freak, but she neat
He tough on the internet, but that boy weak
If we gon' beef, then please keep that shit street
Don't be throwing no shots on the internet, tweet
Let's meet up and crash, the police pull up, hit the gas
I got so much shit in this bag, I'm lookin' at 20
Boy, I'm the shit, you the toilet
My Rolex flooded with diamonds, I got new jewelry on the way
They like, "Dee Mula, be cool," 'cause they know I'ma shoot him in his face
My niggas some killers, your niggas some killers
We know we gon' die, this the life that we livin'
I wake up every morning and thank God
'Cause I be havin' shootouts and I'm still livin'
See, they want me dead, but I don't wanna die
The F&N on my side, plus my nigga and them trailin' me
She don't wanna come around, think she scared of me
I'm high as fuck, these Percs gettin' the best of me, crank up
[Chorus: Dee Mula & Stunna 4 Vegas]
We poured a lil' drugs, in traffic with choppers and Glocks, we 'bout ready to crank up
She put a Perc' on her tongue and let it dissolve, she 'bout ready to crank up
I don't give a fuck about subliminals, I'm ready to crash, nigga play, I'ma crank up
She full of Hennessy, crunk up, he want some smoke, where your key, nigga? Crank up (On gang)
We poured a lil' drugs, in traffic with choppers and Glocks, we 'bout ready to crank up (4X)
She put a Perc' on her tongue and let it dissolve, she 'bout ready to crank up
I don't give a fuck about subliminals, I'm ready to crash, nigga play, I'ma crank up
She full of Hennessy, crunk up, he want some smoke, where your key, nigga? Crank up (4X)
[Verse 3: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Ayy, I'm ready to crank up
SRT 93, fill my tank up (Gang)
Touch me, it go down like an anchor
Fuck on her face, I'm tryna fuck up her makeup (Thot thot)
And I want a nigga to try take somethin' (Come here)
Broad day, on my life, I'ma face him
He try to run off, I'ma chase him down with that Drac'
Get close and erase him, uh
Yeah, it's Big 4X, the only one (4X)
Don't play gangster with me, bitch, show me somethin'
She wanna fuck on rich youngin, the chosen one
Another dead opp, nigga play and I'm rollin' one
No golf, but I'm tryna put a hole in one
You bitch ass niggas, if you owe me somethin'
My boy beat that pack like he Floyd or somethin'
Ayy, you want some bags? Then order some
Take a flight to the West and your daughter somethin'
I still be in the streets like I'm poor or somethin'
I get rid of the beef, I ain't avoidin' none
Nigga reach for this chain and it's Murder One (Bitch, come here)
We war ready, who want war with us?
Chopsticks turn a bitch to some angel's dust
Bro like, "Fuck it, I'm crankin' up"
Grab your key, you want smoke, I'm stankin' 'em (Pussy, crank up)
[Chorus: Dee Mula]
We poured a lil' drugs, in traffic with choppers and Glocks, we 'bout ready to crank up
She put a Perc' on her tongue and let it dissolve, she 'bout ready to crank up
I don't give a fuck about subliminals, I'm ready to crash, nigga play, I'ma crank up
She full of Hennessy, crunk up, he want some smoke, where your key, nigga? Crank up
We poured a lil' drugs, in traffic with choppers and Glocks, we 'bout ready to crank up
She put a Perc' on her tongue and let it dissolve, she 'bout ready to crank up
I don't give a fuck about subliminals, I'm ready to crash, nigga play, I'ma crank up
She full of Hennessy, crunk up, he want some smoke, where your key, nigga? Crank up
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