Mula Gang Lyrics - Euro

[Verse 1: Jay Jones] 

Man, starting five when it's game time 

Talking drugs on my main line 

That's a strange sign, I can't really trust you 

Ain't have a clue that I was working so hard to get where I'm at 

I can vision this shit, had a dream 

Call me Jay Luther King 

Now I woke up and I'm living this shit 

Time change, people change too 

Never let the people change you 

Pack made it safe, we straight 

Pull off in a cocaine coupe 

Got two snow bunnies with me 

One Becky one named Sue 

Sue don't really do what Becky do 

Becky sexual with the crew (gang) 

2000 at HollyGrove 

This the year of the Mula 

I put that on Mula 

Pull out the passports, fuck a city hoe 

I need a bitch from Aruba 

She say my dick like a ruler 

She lemme fuck her medula 

Then I pass that hoe to Euro 

When it come to head, that hoe better than Super 

I'm gone 

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[Hook: Jay Jones & Lil Wayne] 

Wait, I think I'm made for this shit 

I got the way with this shit 

Grind everyday for this shit 

Every night bad hoes 

Shop open no closed 

Make money, stack mo 

I guess this what they ask fo' 

Wait, yeah 

Mula Gang 

Mula Gang 

Yeah, yeah 

Mula Gang 

Mula Gang 

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[Verse 2: Euro] 

Check 

I'ma do 'em like Big Meech 

This strip club's in '03 

Like when MJ dropped 69 on the Cavs in OT 

Keith Moore with a low fade 

Fiends still in the Stone Age 

Goons in the crowd strapped ho 

They don't clap while I'm on stage! 

Side talk, I'm immune to 

Been the new kid in the new school 

I ain't too fond of the new school 

I'm an old soul in a young man 

Bump Johnny Cash when I cruise through 

Two cokes still a hot boy 

But I'm too cool, I'll hold a grudge 'till I beat whoever I lose to 

We the ones who had good girls, by the pool snortin' up lines 

I'm the reason all the bad college bitches never showed up on time 

We the one who had Cristiano in Japan throwing up signs 

Born to lose but I built up, always knew growing up 

I think I'm made for this shit 

[Hook: Jay Jones] 

Wait, I think I'm made for this shit 

I got the way with this shit 

Grind everyday for this shit 

Every night bad hoes 

Shop open no closed 

Make money, stack mo 

I guess this what they ask fo' 

Wait, yeah 

Mula Gang 

Mula Gang 

Yeah, yeah 

Mula Gang 

Mula Gang 

[Verse 3: HoodyBaby] 

I'm Steph Curry I'm Wardell 

I'm all hell, when the Warriors come out to play yall all fail 

I got fish scale, I got four scales 

I'm the nigga in the city pushing dope deals 

Hoodybaby in the kitchen when the smoke clears 

I can clear 200,000 like my throat, yeah 

I make it rumble in the jungle where koalas lie 

Bitches call me Hoody bear, i'm koala-fied 

Oh that went over your head? I'm over qualified 

Really make them guns fly, bitch I'm stuck in overdrive 

Trick or treat, live or die? Let my bro decide 

All this trapping in my Jesus piece like show you right 

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne] 

L-A-T 

Moms just hard on me with grades 

Had to turn them B's to A's 

Now im turning words to paper 

Turning birds to haters fry their wings and legs 

I prefer a lake, I deserve a raise 

Should be overpaid, I just toast the bread 

I ain't burn the bread 

Man the Golden State turning more than heads 

Take it in my hand, turn it into bread 

Got the golden dreads, got me on the meds 

Had a talk with Tez about me on the meds 

Forgot the shit he said, Le Mantra on the ears 

Don't try to son me Reg 

I'll knock ya off the ledge 

I'll pop off on sketch 

Praying like pledge, bullets gon' spread 

Catch 'em like Dez, all in ya ass 

Handguns in the console 

I'm a shark in the fishbowl 

Running plays on my rich hoes 

Sunny days in the North Pole 

I'm a play, play my part hoe 

Turn a rock to the charcoal 

Heart thrives but my heart closed 

Short ride on a long road 

Long days and them long nights 

Big dogs and we all bite 

Big words just all hype 

Small talk, large price 

Alright, not nice 

Heart cold, hot ice 

She sucks, she wipes, she swallows, drops mic 

Stop light, stop running your mouth 'fore I run in your mouth 

From a hundred dollas to a hundred of commas 

Got fuckin problems, tryna figure 'em out 

Niggas run in your house waiting on my count 

Bitches in they house waiting on my call 

Mula Gang, Mula Gang, Mula Gang 

Yes Lord 

I think I'm made for this shit 

[Hook: Jay Jones] 

Wait, I think I'm made for this shit 

I got the way with this shit 

Grind everyday for this shit 

Every night bad hoes 

Shop open no closed 

Make money, stack mo 

I guess this what they ask fo' 

Wait, yeah 

Mula Gang 

Mula Gang 

Yeah, yeah 

Mula Gang 

Gang, gang 

Mula Gang