MulaManDam - On The Edge (feat. Josh White, JussTheLoyal & Turbeazy)

Ugh ugh
Damn right, what
I saw that bitch look at me on the walk out
That's the same one that saw me on the walk in
All of this ganja and gruella my calling
Look at me nigga, I'm very important
He want me to front him my shit is imported
I push the button the engine is roaring
I can not front
Girl I'm a spit like a Glock when it dump
I'm on the edge with a chop in the trunk
Bro you ain't score on the wok in a month
No
Call me conceited I'm calling it confidence
Word to my mother these niggas is bums
You sweep it under the rug
Ugh
Girl I'm a act like I'm blind
Ugh
I think that boy off the dust
Ugh
No I don't fuck with his kind
Who that nigga flying by
Just like Cena
They can't see him
Big ass nigga in a beater
Better join them you can't beat them
Why they trying to blow my high
I'm in Florida with my feet up
Dip to Cali for the re-up
Niggas never flipped no pack
I'm in the trap till the sky turn black
Now I move that work and I spit that crack
Bad bitch on me with a ass so fast
I'm a lose my breathe when I hit it from the back
Don't give a fuck what you talking bout
I had to take my own path it's a different route
If that bitch pussy trash I'm a kick her out
If she step outta line I'm a pick her out
Now that bitch
Now that bitch
Now that bitch shaking got the Holy Ghost
She not fucking with me, I do the most
Pull up with some shooters, they clear the coast
You playing with my bread, I turn you to toast
Yeah
You niggas sick, you gross
Yeah
I do not brag or boast
I be running to the money
Usain Bolt
Balling like Eli no I'm not a Colt
She said that Mulamandam is the goat
I ready been running shit fuck a vote
Niggas just fold like a envelope
I'm going for gold fuck a Introscope
Niggas selling souls just to get a check
Anything for rings like Belichick
Hit them with a shell in his turtle neck
Had to send little Johnny on a quest
Beat the beat up feeling like I'm quest love
I don't like fast bitches that's a set up
Why you getting next to me cuz I'm next up
Trying to get saved from me cuz I'm blessed huh
3 sixteens just like Austin
Better watch the stunner got to move cautious
Heavy weight champ, man the belt enormous
Lie, cheat, steal, Eddie taught me more shit
Just popped a Addie now I'm doing more shit
So much metal on me like a war ship
Shawty let it ring but it ain't with courtship
You ain't gang gang nigga you a tourist
Talking bout a Porsche riding in a Taurus
I saw that bitch look at me on the walk out
That's the same one that saw me on the walk in
All of this ganja and gruella my calling
Look at me nigga I'm very important
He want me to front him my shit is imported
I push the button the engine is roaring
I can not front
Girl I'm a spit like a Glock when it dump
I'm on the edge with a chop in the trunk
Bro you ain't score on the wok in a month
No

Written by:
Ismail Shabazz, Josh White, Justin Redd, Karsheam Simpkins II

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