M$la - Cost A Ticket

Balenciaga runners got the size on my toes
Came up off of fraud I ain't never sell a bowl
I treat my weed like my Guns I ain't never sell a pole
Niggas steady screaming go but he ain't really on go
They call me Mula for a reason I can fix you
Finessing ain't for 'verybody nigga it don't you fit
My woods look like black and milds you still smoke pencils
This ain't no goat Vlone boa
This shit cost a ticket
That's a Torus not a glock You'll be lucky if you hit em
Momma told me watch yo friends boa them niggas ain't with you
Just because he got stripes dont mean he official
Caught a nigga in the field call up glocks
He gone blitz you
4 in my 16 got cranberry with me
Yo drank too watery that ain't real lean in it
Yo bitch too weak I ain't respond to her DM
5k on a fit make yo son wanna be him
Balenciaga runners got the size on my toes
Came up off of fraud I ain't never sell a bowl
I treat my weed like my Guns I ain't never sell a pole
Niggas steady screaming go but he ain't really on go
They call me Mula for a reason I can fix you
Finessing ain't for 'verybody nigga it don't you fit
My woods look like black and milds you still smoke pencils
This ain't no goat Vlone boa
This shit cost a ticket
Yeah this shit cost a ticket

Written by:
Taveon Watson

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