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Ok uh yeah Ok M-U-L-A that's heem ok P-R-I-N-C-E ok Can't forget the 4BP ok Running laps on these Detroit beats ok I'm the hottest in this bitch, it ain't no competition I know I said that shit before, but shit I really meant it I been killing society, I'm a fucking menace Going BACK2BACK on beats, we ain't got a limit Ah shit damn here we go again Slapped a goofy nigga just for tryin to sell me fake Xans Nigga if he owe me better pay me, need my check advance Brodie steady playing with these drums like he in the band Told the bitch, I only want your head, you can keep your pants I only want your bread, why you trying to kiss and hold hands Told me it was smoke, why the fuck you trying to shake my hand Posted on your browser, got my bitch trapping only fans Uh big whips taking up the fucking intersection Big sticks, it ain't for show, it's just for protection These niggas listen when I'm talking like it's Hey Alexa What I be saying affect the city like the mayor said it Ayy, I like my money in all blues, I guess I'm kinda racist Pocket full of hundred bills, I ain't into changin Only fuck with bad hoes and they ain't nothing basic Slidin around in SRTs, I ain't into breaking Uh took the chain off nigga neck, I guess he kinda naked Heard these niggas pillow talking, guess I'm kinda hated I was starving now I'm not, I guess I kinda made it Picasso on her face, I guess I'm kinda painting Ayy, he said it's smoke, we gon pull up like it's Uber Eats I got heavy grams on these Cubans, this shit cooling me See me up in person, now he acting like he cool with me You niggas only popping on the gram, y'all ain't fooling me Uh it's just me, myself, and I ain't no opposition And these niggas is Pebbles, so I ain't rocking with him You ain't worth my bullets, I'll sock a nigga Pack punch, he eating sack lunch through a straw nigga It ain't hard to tell I'm him, I'm really official It ain't hard to tell we got it, this shit beneficial The tops of whip when we slide, really presidential You niggas clicking up to haters, got me feeling special Uh we got stars up in the roof, that's with us recording We the stars up in this bitch and that's really important My nigga got on foreign kicks, he had em imported I got a bad foreign bitch always calling me gorgeous Aye can't compare me to your nigga, I'm very important I can't conversate with niggas, they really informants This F&N will have you gone, deported and escorted Brody sending shots at opps, he really into scoring I don't give two fucks, think I'm from the Clan, I got BlueBucks You stuck, all your niggas dying, get your crew dug The whip a four door, but can't get in, bitch I'm couped up She sucking on my noodle man I'm in here getting souped up And today the Weeknd, so she finna show the Crew Love Can't show your boo love, I ain't Boo'd up, I ain't Ella Mai In the stu with Marty Mula, check the records yeah we getting paid Throwing haymakers BACK2BACK on beats like we running fades They can't fuck with us On my mama Bitch