Munyun (feat. Lil Dre6o)

Huh, huh, he can't show no munyun (Okay)

Damn, damn, damn, okay, okay

I'm geeked up, slime, I'm geeked up

I can't even lie, I'm geeked up

Huh (Come on)

097 tatted on my neck, I'ma die 'bout that

Real big dog, they show me my respect, hit a ho, onto the next

Shoot my shot, I bet I swish it, huh, step back, hit all net

The Yung Crew ran up a ticket, huh, I just want the check, huh

I just want the munyun, huh, lil' ho, you is done-yun

Spinned they block so many times, huh, them boys cannot have fun

Hittin' this ho from the back, she tryna run-yun

Down bad, broke, he ain't got no gun-yun

You keep on doin' all that dissin' in your song, like show some fun-yunds

Broke **** can't show shit

**** down bad on they dicks

When we pop out, we hit that brrt

**** knowin' we hit that switch (Yeah)

Don't mention Yung Crew, **** knowin' we get shit lit

How the fuck you diss, but you down bad? **** knowin' you on your dick (Pussy)

Broke ****, show some fun-yunds, huh

Yung Crew done run up the money (Yeah)

Yung Crew done run up them digits (Yeah)

Shout out my partners still gettin' it

They might pay me just to rap, but I'm still trappin', so I'm litty

We slap fullys on them Dracs, no, we don't care nothin' 'bout no switches, yeah

Yeah, I'll walk a **** down, don't play with Mon

Hop out, fft, there go that button

Put a bag on you, collect them funds

And I got switches, boy, put that Taurus up

He broke, I call his bluff

I ain't cuffin' that bitch, she ain't fine enough

Got a thick fine bitch shakin' ass in the club

If a **** say it's smoke with gang, then tell him be exact

Boy, matter fact, just use my at and, no, you shouldn't ever think 'bout that

I smoke on Rel, this shit here stinky

It's fuck the jakes and fuck the critics

On they block, I just hear crickets

This a brand-new switch, I don't use no semi

097 tatted on my neck, I'ma die 'bout that

Real big dog, they show me my respect, hit a ho, onto the next

Shoot my shot, I bet I swish it, huh, step back, hit all net

The Yung Crew ran up a ticket, huh, I just want the check, huh

I just want the munyun, huh, lil' ho, you is done-yun

Spinned they block so many times, huh, them boys cannot have fun

Hittin' this ho from the back, she tryna run-yun

Down bad, broke, he ain't got no gun-yun

You keep on doin' all that dissin' in your song, like show some fun-yunds

I'm with the bros late night, we callin' the opps, tryna see who the fuck got paper

As soon as he say he don't got it, we hangin' right up on his ass, we'll call you later

Uh, ain't nobody know this ho 'til I had posted her, so I done made her

Sayin' he ain't believe in God 'til he got hit with fye, used God's Prayer

(Got hit with that what?), these 7.62s

Uh, no, God cannot help you

Hop out backseat, straight act a fool

Done spent four hundred on this shirt, this Rhude

Fuck around, put the fye on his mama

Make her fuck all the bros if I'm in that mood

All of that pump fakin', no, I ain't with it

I'll tempt me a **** to see what he do

Fuck around, grab the stick out the back

Fuck around, slide with the stick out the coupe

My brodie off Perc', get to walkin' shit down

If you ain't tryna spin, we ain't fuckin' with you (Hell nah, hell nah)

I pull up on a fuck **** block and shoot me a movie like Juu (Like I'm Juu4k)

If she tryna fuck all the bros, gon' hear that train go choo (Haha)