Musty ft. Star G4A Lyrics

You can't never say that I ain't ever put you first

I was the first young nigga put you in chinchilla fur

Let me hit it at the function

Make sure you wear a skirt

Girl put in work

Girl girl put in work

I ain't really had no time for other shit

That's my bad

Locked in

Focused on my craft

Get it from my dad

Foreign whip driver

But I ain't never want no fuckin Jag

I asked her do she want it now

She said yeah

Real bad

I put my all into this shit

I never put it last

Opps prayin that I fail

I still don't pray they crash

That boy Lingo like a secret weapon

Steve Nash

Step back

Shoot with the left

Ooh I got em mad

They ain't think I was in my bag

But I'm still playin with cash

Young nigga from the Nawf

I had to find my swag

I'll pay for the pussy

Just don't try to brag

Keep ya mouth shut

Or this could end real bad

Keep ya mouth shut

Or this could end real bad

Keep ya mouth shut

Or this could end real bad

Keep ya mouth shut

Or this could end real bad

Stop playin

You know I ain't never goin like that

Fuck the opps

Man them niggas could never touch me

Riding through the city

And I'm smokin on some musty

Baby in the back

With her friend

They wanna fuck me

Both them wanna fuck

Man I swear they wanna fuck me

Fuck the opps

Man them niggas could never touch me

Riding through the city

And I'm smokin on some musty

Baby in the back

With her friend

They wanna fuck me

Both them wanna fuck

Man I swear they wanna fuck me

Girl put in work

I throw the money like a nerf

My bitch thick

Her jeans skinny like the Jerks

This ain't the old Star

Pussy this the new boy

He a fake trap nigga

He a decoy

Part time rap nigga

Ima D-Boy

Money old like a nigga name Leroy

I ain't really on the drama

I be gettin commas

Try and tax me

Shit get ugly

Like ya baby mama

Ima man of honor

Never say shit to ya honor

Got a 40 on me

Turn you to an organ donor

A lot of gas on me

I turned my hood to Oregon

Don't I

Lil Spanish bitch

We was on Coronas

You pillow talkin bout some pussy

Boy I don't condone it

Drink the lean

I get sleepy

Like I need pajamas

My youngin shoot without no ball

He don't need no jumper

These niggas talkin like an interview

They need No Jumper

You can't even pay me back

Boy why I would I front you

Yo bitch ain't even all that

Boy why would I touch her

She pull up on me smokin musty

Cause I fuckin juug it

Put that bitch on a track like we makin music

Star