102 ft. J Mulla Lyrics

Fuck nigga I got the juice, you better be ridin' in the bulletproof

Ain't no askin' who is you, we a poppa that cut like hoodie-hoo

I know them guns gon' shoot that poppa nigga like doo-doo-doo

Young nigga tryna murder you, that drop from top like convertible

I might just fuck a crew, tell a lil' baby tryna get slutty too

Lemme say it was 55, I'm in this bitch doin' 102

Better get some money bitch, bein' broke and a bitch ain't comfortable

Fuck look like trustin' you, I'm the realest nigga under the sun and moon

She said she likin' me, I'm lemon a bitch like ice and tea

Put a bitch up on her knees, white on her face like cottage cheese

You know I'm smokin' green, I'm kickin' that grass like a soccer team

I need some head, baby I'm sick, come and doctor me

Bitch give your heart to me and promise not to lie to me

I feel like I'm a realest nigga left, yeah I'm a dying breed

Opps tryna spin and take my top, I'm tryna die in peace

My momma prayin' to the lord, I don't die in these streets

But you know I keep my heat in this bitch, you know I keep my fire

If a nigga run up on me, yeah we'll make his mama cry

We turn that boy into a rocket and now he can touch the sky

I keep this shit omertà , baby, I never testify

Fuck nigga, I got the juice, you better be ridin' a bulletproof

Ain't no askin' who is you, we a poppa that cut like hoodie-hoo

I know them guns gon' shoot that poppa nigga like doo-doo-doo

Y'all niggas tryna murder you, they'll drop the top like a vertiboo

I might just fuck a crew, tell that lil' baby tryna get slutted too

Lemme set it with 55, I'm in this bitch doin' 102

Better get some money, bitch, feelin' broke and that bitch ain't comfortable

Fuck look like trustin' you, I'm a realest nigga under the sun and moon

Ulo on the beat, he know how to switch his flows, yeah

I can't trust these hoes, they always be droppin' lows, yeah

These hoes lay back doors, so I don't ever gotta keep your pole, yeah

I'm goin' for real, I'm goin' right there for real, though

I go on the run, baby, can I trust you not to tell, though

Bein' that voice for you, you goin' through pain, I hope you don't fail, though

And I don't hate, it's only love, hey, with me, I'm wishin' you well, though

And I'm rollin' up to people that's gone, I really wish I could bail, though

Fuck nigga, I got the juice, you better be ridin' a bulletproof

Ain't no askin' who is you, we a pop with a cut like Hootie Hoo

I know them guns gon' shoot that poppin', nigga, like doo-doo-doo

Young nigga tryin' to murder you, that droppin' top like convertible

I might just fuck a crew, tell a lil' baby, try to get your letter, too

Lemme set it with 55, I'm in that bitch doin' 102

Better get some money, bitch, feelin' broke and that bitch ain't comfortable

Fuck look like trustin' you, I'm a realest nigga under the sun and moon

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