Text (Feat. C. Mula)

Yo
Yeah, what di bloodclaut you a seh?
Een?
You wan' ramp wit' Mula?
You wan ramp wit' Turbo?
Een?
You wan' bumboclaut war?
You wan' stunt wit' di Stuntman?
Know seh mi want a bowflex fi knock, yuh see mi?
Yeah, they see mi
You know seh mi want a gyal that's straight like this
(Beat Gains)
You know seh mi want a gyal to suck me off like oxtail bone
Yuh see mi? Alright (Stuntman)
Mon ah man a bodmon from long time
Mon ah man a bodmon
O-Block, mon ah man a bodmon
Glory to the God
Glory Boyz Selassie I

Sosa Baby
Runnin' up that sack (yoom)
Smokin' on this dope (dope), also known as pack (let's get it)
And we got them gats (huh), we won't cut no slack (nah)
In these Fendi slacks (Fendi), I be speakin' facts (catch up)
I'm all about a stack (huh)
Big ass blunts of thrax (dope)
And that be the OG, just to be exact (mm-hmm)
She like how I flex (bitch), so she want some sex (bitch)
I don't wanna talk (nah)
She don't wanna text (let's get it)

Please don't cross the gun line, gon' cost you your sunshine (mm-hmm)
And I got the D-line lookin' like a lunch line (yoom)
And today is payday, so you know it's crunch time (bitch)
Got my AR with me, that's my lil' sunshine
Pour that codeine up, it's 'bout that get drunk time
You gon catch your deer, I'ma go and hunt mine (let's get it)
Got the utensils bitch I got the supplies
Yeah my shorties sold, when you see me say, "What up Dad?"
Ain't no puff-puff pass, boy, I had a rough past
In the second grade I had a BB in my lunch bag
You know the streets is some ties, get stuck like a thumb tack
Foe'nem took yo' choppa from you, come and get yo' drum back

Sosa Baby (bang)
Runnin' up that sack (yoom)
Smokin' on this dope (dope), also known as pack (let's get it)
And we got them gats (huh), we won't cut no slack (nah)
In these Fendi slacks (Fendi), I be speakin' facts (catch up)
I'm all about a stack (huh)
Big ass blunts of thrax (dope)
And that be the OG, just to be exact (mm-hmm)
She like how I flex (bitch), so she want some sex (bitch)
I don't wanna talk (nah)
She don't wanna text (let's get it, bang)

I'ma pour this pint up in some lemon-lime (lean)
You can get yo' shit split, fuckin' wit' me and the guys
Mobbin' with some big shit, don't pay us no mind (nah)
Hit you wit' some big hits, won't take us no time
Your bitch want this big dick, she not even fine
Pockets be on be big bitch, I'm not even lyin'
This shit is off the fuckin' dome, I'm not even tryin'
It ain't hard to get up wit' me, I'm not even hidin'
Boy that old ass Benz, you not even slidin' (nah)
Hit yo' bitch from the back, she gon' let me have it (Sosa Baby)
Bitch I'm all about the dollas like I play with Dallas (let's get it)
Turn this shit malfunction, textin' me could get tragic
Bang
This shit is crazy (let's get it)
I'm a 90's baby, I know nothin' bout the 80's
Hit you from Atlanta, take a L, look like McGrady
We was really warrin', I looked up and God done saved me (GBE, baby)

Sosa Baby (bang)
Runnin' up that sack (yoom)
Smokin' on this dope (dope), also known as pack (let's get it)
And we got them gats (huh), we won't cut no slack (nah)
In these Fendi slacks (Fendi), I be speakin' facts (catch up)
I'm all about a stack (huh)
Big ass blunts of thrax (dope)
And that be the OG, just to be exact (mm-hmm)
She like how I flex (bitch), so she want some sex (bitch)
I don't wanna talk (nah)
She don't wanna text (let's get it, bang)

Bang