"CULLY MUSIC" lyrics
I done took a lot of L's and let my brother win
Call me when you at the door, I gotta buzz you in
Out in Tampa with my nigga Jay, he got the Bubbas in
My dog hate me over one bitch I wouldn't fuck again
Dark skin, pretty smile, I gotta bag that
Fuck me good, five racks to your Cash App
I'm petty, soon as a bitch piss me off, bring that bag back
She ask am I gon' leave my baby mama? Bitch, don't ask that
Matter fact, bae, let's switch topics
Cheese pizza, no pork, you can forget toppings
Ferrari with a Gucci hoodie on, but the whip topless
I bust and she swallow everything, leave the dick spotless
I be prayin' for Sneaky T 'cause he'll kill somethin'
How you want everything, but won't give nothin'?
Told Luh Monti, "Keep workin', nigga, 'cause the deal comin'"
Baby, let me take this rubber off 'cause I don't feel nothin'
I invest in all my bitches, that is not trickin'
Any nigga thinkin' different, he ain't got chicken
How the fuck you claim a real nigga, but your watch tickin'?
If I have a daughter, I'ma name that baby Wocktrisha
All this money, it's a lot (Mhm)
Cullinan and my brother want the drop (Mhm)
Trap boomin', you can shop (Mhm)
It was Hanes, now it's Gucci on the socks (Mhm)
Bitch, I'm hot (Mhm)
They be hatin' on the kid, I wonder why (Mhm)
Ten thousand, that'll get a nigga fah (Mhm)
Don't hate, I'ma see you at the top (Mhm)
Floatin' in the Cullinan, to the neck with it
Out of shape, but I feel like I'm the best, nigga
Authentic drugs, baby, we ain't in the press business
Squirt clean, take a freak ho and make a mess with her
(Yo, what the fuck?) Mm, gotta flip the bed
Got three incomes right now, I need some different bread
Come around askin' all these questions, that shit givin' fed
Niggas can't come around no more 'cause they bit the hand
Got me drinkin' beet juice with the ginger in it
Cucumber in the juicer, I been livin' different
Put the donuts down, man, that shit was gonna kill a nigga
Spinach, kale, and rice got me turnin' to a skinny nigga
Gotta live for these kids, I can't drop dead
Five hundred for this juicer, that is not flexin'
We drivin', Spirit, or Delta, we don't ride jets
She came Listerine, but she left with the cock breath
All this money, it's a lot (Mhm)
Cullinan and my brother want the drop (Mhm)
Trap boomin', you can shop (Mhm)
It was Hanes, now it's Gucci on the socks (Mhm)
Bitch, I'm hot (Mhm)
They be hatin' on the kid, I wonder why (Mhm)
Ten thousand, that'll get a nigga fah (Mhm)
Don't hate, I'ma see you at the top (Mhm)
Yeah
You know what I'm sayin'? (Mhm)
Better life, better livin'
You know what I'm sayin'? We just enjoyin' life (Mhm)
You know what I mean?
Take care of yourself, nigga (Mm, mhm)
'Cause I ain't just take care of myself
These kids made me take care of myself, nigga (Mhm)
Lunch Crew McLovin
Y'ello
(The Lunch Crew Company)
(Mhm)
Call me when you at the door, I gotta buzz you in
Out in Tampa with my nigga Jay, he got the Bubbas in
My dog hate me over one bitch I wouldn't fuck again
Dark skin, pretty smile, I gotta bag that
Fuck me good, five racks to your Cash App
I'm petty, soon as a bitch piss me off, bring that bag back
She ask am I gon' leave my baby mama? Bitch, don't ask that
Matter fact, bae, let's switch topics
Cheese pizza, no pork, you can forget toppings
Ferrari with a Gucci hoodie on, but the whip topless
I bust and she swallow everything, leave the dick spotless
I be prayin' for Sneaky T 'cause he'll kill somethin'
How you want everything, but won't give nothin'?
Told Luh Monti, "Keep workin', nigga, 'cause the deal comin'"
Baby, let me take this rubber off 'cause I don't feel nothin'
I invest in all my bitches, that is not trickin'
Any nigga thinkin' different, he ain't got chicken
How the fuck you claim a real nigga, but your watch tickin'?
If I have a daughter, I'ma name that baby Wocktrisha
All this money, it's a lot (Mhm)
Cullinan and my brother want the drop (Mhm)
Trap boomin', you can shop (Mhm)
It was Hanes, now it's Gucci on the socks (Mhm)
Bitch, I'm hot (Mhm)
They be hatin' on the kid, I wonder why (Mhm)
Ten thousand, that'll get a nigga fah (Mhm)
Don't hate, I'ma see you at the top (Mhm)
Floatin' in the Cullinan, to the neck with it
Out of shape, but I feel like I'm the best, nigga
Authentic drugs, baby, we ain't in the press business
Squirt clean, take a freak ho and make a mess with her
(Yo, what the fuck?) Mm, gotta flip the bed
Got three incomes right now, I need some different bread
Come around askin' all these questions, that shit givin' fed
Niggas can't come around no more 'cause they bit the hand
Got me drinkin' beet juice with the ginger in it
Cucumber in the juicer, I been livin' different
Put the donuts down, man, that shit was gonna kill a nigga
Spinach, kale, and rice got me turnin' to a skinny nigga
Gotta live for these kids, I can't drop dead
Five hundred for this juicer, that is not flexin'
We drivin', Spirit, or Delta, we don't ride jets
She came Listerine, but she left with the cock breath
All this money, it's a lot (Mhm)
Cullinan and my brother want the drop (Mhm)
Trap boomin', you can shop (Mhm)
It was Hanes, now it's Gucci on the socks (Mhm)
Bitch, I'm hot (Mhm)
They be hatin' on the kid, I wonder why (Mhm)
Ten thousand, that'll get a nigga fah (Mhm)
Don't hate, I'ma see you at the top (Mhm)
Yeah
You know what I'm sayin'? (Mhm)
Better life, better livin'
You know what I'm sayin'? We just enjoyin' life (Mhm)
You know what I mean?
Take care of yourself, nigga (Mm, mhm)
'Cause I ain't just take care of myself
These kids made me take care of myself, nigga (Mhm)
Lunch Crew McLovin
Y'ello
(The Lunch Crew Company)
(Mhm)
