[Intro]

Yo... As'... Boogie, Mulli', Gang (tss)

Straight Drop, times three (dat way)

Aye, Look

[Verse]

You see it's As' with the facts, these niggas lying

The mula's still piling, five quid in fivers

When you was in your crib, busy online-ing

I was grippin' mizzies, gettin' sweated by Trident

My trap's still boomin', my drivvies doing bootings

Fuck waiting on a movie, gimme peng and I'll move it

I'm a hustler baby with the times I been movin'

Or I'm probably in my crib, cooling off, with a cute ting

And don't get it twiss', I ain't always been lit

Mummy worked two jobs, tryna' feed four kids

So I gotta ten toes, and I made those trips

Then I got to ten O's, 'cause I made those flips

I'm the one that made it pop, I'm the one that made it click

Young boy did his thing, from a Q, to a brick

And I ain't run off from my plug, and I ain't consigned shit

I dropped 80 bags large, and walked out with four bricks

See, 'cause I been tryna' tell 'em

Me and these niggas ain't the same

50 quid in jewels down the drain

Have a nigga buggin', then I was like "Fuck it"

Dropped a quick fifty on my wrist with no budget

That ain't 'bout nuttin', nigga I ain't bitchin'

I still got these fuck niggas sick to they stomachs

And let a nigga reach, let alone touch it

And he'll be goin' sleep, with a hole in his nugget

'Cause there's burners all around me, burnin' on a loudy

Dippin' out in AMGs, and swervin' round in Audis

Arab baddie with me she from Saudi

And she hella lit, she got VVS's drippin' from her mouthpiece

Beefing with these cowards, they dashin' out acid

We sendin' back bullets, and just working with the powers

And I don't take baths, or do showers

I hit strips, and make a quick five bills every couple hours

'Cause my patterns been majestic

I trap, but my nigga, he finesse bricks

Baddie on me I ain't even sexed it, and I ain't tryna sex it

I'm due to get some neck in

And I might finger-fuck it with a wet wrist

Sick spitter, spitting what he living

Nigga I'm the truth, that's the difference

Plus I'm from LF so my tings a little different

I grew up 'round the realest, took hella L's, but we still winning

They call me bougie boogs, I turn down hella women

And I ain't seen a missus in a minute

'Casue I been goin' ham

Whipped a quick thousand grams in the kitchen

Brung back 950 on the wickers

See the pattern stay clicking

I take a L, and then I reign

Free my niggas in the cells, that ain't ever say a name

I sit back, light a 'L, peep the game

Then I touch road, and make a move for some change

See, I ain't trappin' for no fashion

It's Big Mulli' put the 'T' in trappin'

Get a pack off, and that's a rack in

Gelato in my spleds, when I ash it

I'm the truth, in the booth, no gassin' (tss, truss)

Mulli', Gang, Fuck em' (all day, every day)