Musty

Ayy, they ask me how I'm feeling, my nigga I'm feeling lovely

It must be, it must be

All these bitches tryna fuck me

That nigga bitch, all these bitches

Ron Ron do that shit)

They ask me how I'm feeling, my nigga I'm feeling lovely

It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me

Musty, uhh my nigga who got that musty?

It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy

They ask me how I'm feeling, my nigga I'm feeling lovely

It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me

Musty, uhh my nigga who got that musty?

It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy

I'm busting, no tussling

Bad bitch a eater that ain't for discussion, she busting and gushing

She dripping and moaning when I get to fucking

Fufu nigga sip on nothing but 'Tussin

I'm pouring the Quali', I'm throwed with my youngins

I pour with my youngins, I go with my youngins

We blowing them hundreds and blowing them 'Woods

I'm a nice ass nigga but I'm misunderstood

Got a ratchet lil bitch and she from Inglewood

I'm moving around, I do nothing but jugg

I'm fucking these hoes like a young nigga should

And you'd do the same if you young niggas could

Just bought the Beamer 'cause that shit look cleaner

How I get this shit, nigga serving the fienders

Nigga bitches snitching like they serving subpoenas

And my niggas all nuts, you get served by a peanut

Your bitch she a slut she get curbed and deleted

Fucked while she pregnant, got nut on your fetus

I'm going too crazy, need to calm down, Jesus

Need to calm down, Jesus

They ask me how I'm feeling, my nigga I'm feeling lovely

It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me

Musty, uhh my nigga who got that musty?

It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy

They ask me how I'm feeling, my nigga I'm feeling lovely

It must be, everywhere I go they wanna fuck me

Musty, uhh my nigga who got that musty?

It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy

I'm pouring juice by the deuce riding 'round in the coupe

I ain't playing with a bitch, lil baby I thought you knew

Busting scripts with your bitch for the lean

I'm off a bean, I sip nothing that's clean

I got a Sprite, I'ma turn this shit pink

I pop a percocet, pink like my drink

Hold up I'm tripping, you ho-ing or going lil bitch?

What the fuck a nigga mean, he ain't pour up like this

Trying to pull up on my niggas like hold up they got sticks

This a hundred dollar cup game, pour up like this

I'm a real right nigga need a real right bitch

Need them blue face hundreds, I'm fiending, I gotta sip

If your bitch ain't going, I'm tripping, she gotta dip

I just got the sixteen, no flippin', I'm finna sip

Whole eight, in a two liter

Sipping with my same niggas, no new people

I'm kicking shit, whole gang off prescriptions bitch

Talk chips or my niggas ain't listening