Underrated Lyrics – Mulaa
Singer: Mulaa
Title: Underrated
Uh uh
Uh
Uh huh
Uh
Bow
Bow bow bow
Put this sh#t at a n#gg# face, leave a hole like a decimal
Since i got me some money, i got me some fame, these b#tches just wanna get sexual
I ain’t tryna go broke so i’m trappin and rappin i guess you could say that i’m flexible
Put my heart in the streets but my gun to the beef for the n#gg#s who wanna get technical
If you out in them trenches you shootin at n#gg#s you might wanna keep you a gun or two
If it’s up then it’s stuck, we don’t play with that beef, catch a opp he get ate like a lunchable
I get bills like a huxtable
In the trenches i’m comfortable
Four deep in a stolie, you hide we huntin you
We gon show you what tough will do
If we catch you, we meltin you
Just know if the feds come
I’ma tell ’em ion know nun
Hope my friends do the same
I just stay in my lane the b#tches, the money, the cars, the shootin that came with the game
I don’t f#ck with no rat n#gg#s, i’m just stackin my money learned that from the trap n#gg#s
Hope god forgive all my sins cause i was out late tryna creep tryna clap n#gg#s
Aye
She tell my i’m different, so when i die don’t forget about me
I was one of them n#gg#s who carried the hood on my back i just hope they gon spin about me
b#tch i get that money (huh)
Tryna rob me he must be a dummy
I get to shootin thats word to my daughter i up it a hollow tip rip through his skully
Pockets on chubby
b#tch in kentucky, we never met but she tell me she love me
Should be in prison all of the sh#t that i did but i’m blessed or it’s either i’m lucky
(?) my feelings
I started drillin
I fell in love with them gun sounds
He ain’t drop from the glock, so we doublin back, when i hop out the car it’s just mac rounds
Huh
And i put it on bro i won’t switch on my n#gg#s for nothin
It’s like sellin my soul, hittin the (?) that’s probably why i ain’t been trustin
Perc 10 i be bussin
Catch ’em we rush ’em we ain’t with none of that bluffin
Perc 10 i be bussin
Catch ’em we rush ’em we ain’t with none of that bluffin
Mommy know i’m a gangster, i be tryin my best not to show her that side of me
I’m just hopin she proud of me, even though i be shootin and f#ckin with robberies
Tryna earn me some properties, but the chance of me make it be harder than lotteries
45 on the side of me, to protect me from n#gg#s who plottin on tryin me
n#gg#s know i get active, not just a rapper, try me i turn on my savage
Bullets go through his cabbage, he in a casket then i go flyout to paris
Tryna be livin lavish, i could remember them days i was cuffed in that wagon
We ain’t tryna go backwards, but if it’s smoke i could turn a lil n#gg# to ashes (aye)
Bow
Bow bow bow
Uh, i could turn a lil n#gg# to ashes
(we ain’t tryna go) we ain’t tryna go backwards
Uh, we ain’t tryna go backwards
Long live reso
Long live tight
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