"Mula Franklin" lyrics
Tryna compete with me like tryna dunk on Z-Bo
Tryna compete with me like tryna dunk on Z-Bo, I'm the neighborhood hero
Tuck your chain, bitch, here come Deebo (deebo)
Lotta niggas want me dead, but I keep fullies in my reach
You don't wanna see me win
Fuck your advice, won't hear you preach (fuck your advice, you fake)
Micro Drac' tucked in my coat, I'm nervous, so watch your approach
She mad 'cause we don't see each other fightin', I just box wit' her throat
I get that top and I go, we got the drop from his ho
And when we knocked that pussy nigga down, we screaming out, "Lets go!"
Who want the smoke? Let me know, didn't buy this Glock from the store
I put a box on it, when we caught him, dropped three in a row
She said I'm doper than coke, addictive, she comin' right back
Don't give it to her when she wanna take it, that dick get attacked
I cannot beef with a rat, so please, don't mention me pussy
I ain't gon' speak on that wax, but they know who jumped out them bushes
They know who hop out the car, get up close, turn shit to za
They know they can't miss if they shoot at me, I take shit too far
All black truck sound just like a Trackhawk, gotta have money to be ridin' in this
Take a nigga bitch with all this shit pretty, this ho thick as a brick
(Yah) she don't want nun' but some dick
(Yah) her nigga ain't hittin' on shit (yah, yah)
He be goin' through her phone, tryna see where she goin'
You insecure lil' bitch
We gettin' money, all my niggas eatin', 2024, we gon' ball like the playoffs
You tired, go home, take the day off, treat my lil' bitch like a princess
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me at nun', I probably could beat 'em at hockey
You know me by Dee Mula, Lil Dee would have went in your pockets
Broad day, we gon' break the channel, suit up for that anna'
All day, we gon' have them bitches crash, holdin' candles
Parkway, I can't let no nigga kill me, that's a never
'Fore I do that, I'ma get locked up, and talk through Global Tele (free me)
(Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from)
Da Biggest, ain't no nigga finna make my momma cry
I'ma hit they ass with them switches
Last nigga I caught at the store walked straight in the bathroom, gotta shit now
You a pranker, who the bitch now? Bang everything, you a 6ix9ine
Don't waste my time, lil' boy
You know I'm a gangster (you know I'm a thug)
You know if you drop the pin right now, I'ma pull up bangin'
I live my life like Grand Theft Auto, Mula Franklin
When threats get sent, I just be huntin', I don't be thankin' ('round this motherfucker)
Damn, uh, uh, don't play with'
Uh, uh, uh, vote for me
Vote for me this year
Yeah, thankin'
Tryna compete with me like tryna dunk on Z-Bo, I'm the neighborhood hero
Tuck your chain, bitch, here come Deebo (deebo)
Lotta niggas want me dead, but I keep fullies in my reach
You don't wanna see me win
Fuck your advice, won't hear you preach (fuck your advice, you fake)
Micro Drac' tucked in my coat, I'm nervous, so watch your approach
She mad 'cause we don't see each other fightin', I just box wit' her throat
I get that top and I go, we got the drop from his ho
And when we knocked that pussy nigga down, we screaming out, "Lets go!"
Who want the smoke? Let me know, didn't buy this Glock from the store
I put a box on it, when we caught him, dropped three in a row
She said I'm doper than coke, addictive, she comin' right back
Don't give it to her when she wanna take it, that dick get attacked
I cannot beef with a rat, so please, don't mention me pussy
I ain't gon' speak on that wax, but they know who jumped out them bushes
They know who hop out the car, get up close, turn shit to za
They know they can't miss if they shoot at me, I take shit too far
All black truck sound just like a Trackhawk, gotta have money to be ridin' in this
Take a nigga bitch with all this shit pretty, this ho thick as a brick
(Yah) she don't want nun' but some dick
(Yah) her nigga ain't hittin' on shit (yah, yah)
He be goin' through her phone, tryna see where she goin'
You insecure lil' bitch
We gettin' money, all my niggas eatin', 2024, we gon' ball like the playoffs
You tired, go home, take the day off, treat my lil' bitch like a princess
These niggas ain't fuckin' with me at nun', I probably could beat 'em at hockey
You know me by Dee Mula, Lil Dee would have went in your pockets
Broad day, we gon' break the channel, suit up for that anna'
All day, we gon' have them bitches crash, holdin' candles
Parkway, I can't let no nigga kill me, that's a never
'Fore I do that, I'ma get locked up, and talk through Global Tele (free me)
(Hello, this is a prepaid collect call from)
Da Biggest, ain't no nigga finna make my momma cry
I'ma hit they ass with them switches
Last nigga I caught at the store walked straight in the bathroom, gotta shit now
You a pranker, who the bitch now? Bang everything, you a 6ix9ine
Don't waste my time, lil' boy
You know I'm a gangster (you know I'm a thug)
You know if you drop the pin right now, I'ma pull up bangin'
I live my life like Grand Theft Auto, Mula Franklin
When threats get sent, I just be huntin', I don't be thankin' ('round this motherfucker)
Damn, uh, uh, don't play with'
Uh, uh, uh, vote for me
Vote for me this year
Yeah, thankin'
Writer(s): Ladarius Odum, David Hayes
