Mansa Musa

Du du du da

Corn come fat like bhudda

Banged to the face from Unah

How you gonna touch my Mulah?

Man coulda got them three five

But I want bread like Mansa Musa

That's me tryna eat right

Everyone knows that I love my tuna

Du du du da

Corn come fat like bhudda

Banged to the face from Unah

How you gonna touch my Mulah?

Man coulda got that .35

But I want bread like Mansa Musa

That's me tryna eat right

Everyone knows that I love my tuna

Hold on hold on

Mans still running their mouth

All know I ain't been touched, don't use me for clout

More time I've been doing up work

And this prick's tryna draw me out, but it's cool it's calm its great

Bros rolling with Chief Keef now

Bare bro bro run run quick

Du du du da bow

Zip those lips, you prick, she sucked my dick

And you're lip's in it, turn it out don't throw no fist

You ride that shit and you know xing xiao

I don't care if you're older or younger

Don't violate me you're a stupid clown

Lurk around there, watch everyone panic

Black blade thing bare faggots

Neck back chest that's bare damage

Soon all of my bros live lavish

Lurk around there, watch everyone panic

Black blade thing bare faggots

Neck back chest that's bare damage

Soon all of my bros live lavish

Hate the bitch, can't go to the station

She's asking me hella questions

I think she works for the bacon

Minimal trust for her, for all I know she fucks with the pagans

And they wanna try call up snitch

No one ain't snitching, you're just dumb

We don't give a toss, no we don't rate them

Du du du da

Corn come fat like bhudda

Banged to the face from Unah

How you gonna touch my Mulah?

Man coulda got that .35

But I want bread like Mansa Musa

That's me tryna eat right

Everyone knows that I love my tuna

Du du du da

Corn come fat like bhudda

Banged to the face from Unah

How you gonna touch my Mulah?

Man coulda got that .35

But I want bread like Mansa Musa

That's me tryna eat right

Everyone knows that I love my tuna

Push that work mans gettin' it

Grab my man that's leverage

I ain't gonna stop this madness

Till I see bones and skeletons

OD handting thats a Remington

Shotgun, B Side like Bellingham

I keep telling them, now I keep telling them

That a man did pressure them

No head for the corn, it's different

No entry wound, just ripping it

Young boy said the trap don't work

Put rocks in your line, start kicking it

Her stress that shit, start cooking it

Bad B too brown, start whooping it

Shotgun come like thunder

When they hear that sound, they're shook off it

Loads of clapping I get bull for the madting sadting

That should affect my actions

No way cause a mans too active

Gang ting pull up on yutes like random

Like why should I allow you this time?

Either way mans still gonna crash him

Cah they weird they love that chatting

I don't want love, that shits distracting

But I like that one, and it may sound weird

But do you wanna stroke my gun?

You're dirty, I was gonna make that percey

Good one got the magnum works

Good one that one get all flirty

Du du du da

Corn come fat like bhudda

Banged to the face from Unah

How you gonna touch my Mulah?

Man coulda got that .35

But I want bread like Mansa Musa

That's me tryna eat right

Everyone knows that I love my tuna

Du du du da

Corn come fat like bhudda

Banged to the face from Unah

How you gonna touch my Mulah?

Man coulda got that .35

But I want bread like Mansa Musa

That's me tryna eat right

Everyone knows that I love my tuna