Straight Drop 3

[Intro]
Yo... As'... Boogie, Mulli', Gang (tss)
Straight Drop, times three (dat way)
Aye, Look

[Verse]
You see it's As' with the facts, these niggas lying
The mula's still piling, five quid in fivers
When you was in your crib, busy online-ing
I was grippin' mizzies, gettin' sweated by Trident
My trap's still boomin', my drivvies doing bootings
Fuck waiting on a movie, gimme peng and I'll move it
I'm a hustler baby with the times I been movin'
Or I'm probably in my crib, cooling off, with a cute ting
And don't get it twiss', I ain't always been lit
Mummy worked two jobs, tryna' feed four kids
So I gotta ten toes, and I made those trips
Then I got to ten O's, 'cause I made those flips
I'm the one that made it pop, I'm the one that made it click
Young boy did his thing, from a Q, to a brick
And I ain't run off from my plug, and I ain't consigned shit
I dropped 80 bags large, and walked out with four bricks
See, 'cause I been tryna' tell 'em
Me and these niggas ain't the same
50 quid in jewels down the drain
Have a nigga buggin', then I was like "Fuck it"
Dropped a quick fifty on my wrist with no budget
That ain't 'bout nuttin', nigga I ain't bitchin'
I still got these fuck niggas sick to they stomachs
And let a nigga reach, let alone touch it
And he'll be goin' sleep, with a hole in his nugget
'Cause there's burners all around me, burnin' on a loudy
Dippin' out in AMGs, and swervin' round in Audis
Arab baddie with me she from Saudi
And she hella lit, she got VVS's drippin' from her mouthpiece
Beefing with these cowards, they dashin' out acid
We sendin' back bullets, and just working with the powers
And I don't take baths, or do showers
I hit strips, and make a quick five bills every couple hours
'Cause my patterns been majestic
I trap, but my nigga, he finesse bricks
Baddie on me I ain't even sexed it, and I ain't tryna sex it
I'm due to get some neck in
And I might finger-fuck it with a wet wrist
Sick spitter, spitting what he living
Nigga I'm the truth, that's the difference
Plus I'm from LF so my tings a little different
I grew up 'round the realest, took hella L's, but we still winning
They call me bougie boogs, I turn down hella women
And I ain't seen a missus in a minute
'Casue I been goin' ham
Whipped a quick thousand grams in the kitchen
Brung back 950 on the wickers
See the pattern stay clicking
I take a L, and then I reign
Free my niggas in the cells, that ain't ever say a name
I sit back, light a 'L, peep the game
Then I touch road, and make a move for some change
See, I ain't trappin' for no fashion
It's Big Mulli' put the 'T' in trappin'
Get a pack off, and that's a rack in
Gelato in my spleds, when I ash it
I'm the truth, in the booth, no gassin' (tss, truss)
Mulli', Gang, Fuck em' (all day, every day)