Intro by Tone Mula Lyrics
[Intro]
It's Mula!
Haha
They know I’m Havin' Pressure!
Havin' Pressure the mixtape aye!
They know I’m Havin' Pressure!
[Verse 1]
Aye!
Been killin' shit since I been a jit
Run up on me, you get pop like a zit
Stay with a tool nigga you can get fixed
They say what I spit it be hot like some grits
Say you a dog?, well bitch I'ma pit
These niggas sensitive like they a clit
Feel Kanye you ain't fucking with my clique
Rip Lucci, big Larry, and skit
Bitch, I’m too hot nigga why would I quit?
Say that he flexin' but niggas not fit
Fuck on his bitch, send her back & that’s it
Niggas lost in the loop niggas lost in the mix
Tweak with the gang you get split like a Twix
Shawty she on me she stuck like a tic
I’m balling hard like I play for the Knicks
We carry wood like we carrying sticks
Call up bro T nigga lets hit a lick
Say that he tuff but he ain’t with the shits
Ima throw bullets like I’m Michael Vick
Niggas sneak dissing they thinkin' they slick
Fuck on his girl & she sucked on my dick
Shorty flipping, jumping no Olympics
Mula Gang bitch, Bitch you know who we is
Aye! I had to run it up no time for funny stuff
You talk a lot have my Homie come fuck you up
Don’t do no cuffing got Lil shorty bluffin'
Ain’t talking money that’s the end of the discussion
All of my homies pack heat like a Russian
Got a few bands I'ma need me a dozen
Shorty wanna fuck & I told her no rushing
Mula Gang know we pack heat like a oven
I been at the top Lil nigga it is nothing
Ever since I got on niggas think I’m they cousin
You ain’t real nigga so nigga stop bluffing
Made a name for myself got my shit out here buzzing
Smoking on dope man that shit got me bugging
Bitches be phony I can’t do no loving
Talkless domo so these niggas know nothin'
If he tweak with the gang he get stuffed like a puppet
It's Mula!
Haha
They know I’m Havin' Pressure!
Havin' Pressure the mixtape aye!
They know I’m Havin' Pressure!
[Verse 1]
Aye!
Been killin' shit since I been a jit
Run up on me, you get pop like a zit
Stay with a tool nigga you can get fixed
They say what I spit it be hot like some grits
Say you a dog?, well bitch I'ma pit
These niggas sensitive like they a clit
Feel Kanye you ain't fucking with my clique
Rip Lucci, big Larry, and skit
Bitch, I’m too hot nigga why would I quit?
Say that he flexin' but niggas not fit
Fuck on his bitch, send her back & that’s it
Niggas lost in the loop niggas lost in the mix
Tweak with the gang you get split like a Twix
Shawty she on me she stuck like a tic
I’m balling hard like I play for the Knicks
We carry wood like we carrying sticks
Call up bro T nigga lets hit a lick
Say that he tuff but he ain’t with the shits
Ima throw bullets like I’m Michael Vick
Niggas sneak dissing they thinkin' they slick
Fuck on his girl & she sucked on my dick
Shorty flipping, jumping no Olympics
Mula Gang bitch, Bitch you know who we is
Aye! I had to run it up no time for funny stuff
You talk a lot have my Homie come fuck you up
Don’t do no cuffing got Lil shorty bluffin'
Ain’t talking money that’s the end of the discussion
All of my homies pack heat like a Russian
Got a few bands I'ma need me a dozen
Shorty wanna fuck & I told her no rushing
Mula Gang know we pack heat like a oven
I been at the top Lil nigga it is nothing
Ever since I got on niggas think I’m they cousin
You ain’t real nigga so nigga stop bluffing
Made a name for myself got my shit out here buzzing
Smoking on dope man that shit got me bugging
Bitches be phony I can’t do no loving
Talkless domo so these niggas know nothin'
If he tweak with the gang he get stuffed like a puppet