TrapStarMula - BEYONCE lyrics

[Intro: 3AG Pilot] (Don't play with him) (Hoodrich) [Chorus: 10kDunkin] Mismatch designer all the time I might rap fast like Busta Rhymes, I might talk fast, I'm out my mind I'm geeked the fu*k up out my body, I'm still hoppin' out big bodies I hop out coupes, it's an Audi, with them bands on me, probably (Uh) You know that there ain't no problem, both feet on the gas, can't stop him I'm in this b*tch with them shooters, they won't hesitate to pop him What goes around come around and them racks be goin' 'round Everything be goin' up, I ain't Yung Joc, ain't goin' down I go to sleep off that Crown, I go up, poppin' Percs I'm geeked the fu*k up in this b*tch, I can't even find my shirt RPS N PLAN BS II, you probably prayed for this at church Can't make no way up out this sh*t, then we gon' make something work [Verse 1: Tony Shhnow] ni**a, I ain't have no way, I still made something work Mixing up the lemonade, I feel like Kobe off this purp' Feel like Kat Stacks off the molly, she wanna eat me like desert Her ni**a trippin', put him on a shirt, but ain't nobody makin' merch Put this molly on her tongue, she don't wanna tell nobody Hold that down, b*tch don't hit my DM, ho, I'm not Yo Gotti [?], cocaine, I got nothing but Fishscale on my body Blow exotic, pounds on me, I make the trap a trending topic It's an off day, but I treat this b*tch just like a usual This a one-of-one, but you know I got two of 'em These ni**as dubs, in that foreign, I'm losin' 'em Trappin' home improvement, call us and then move 'em [Chorus: 10kDunkin] Mismatch designer all the time I might rap fast like Busta Rhymes, I might talk fast, I'm out my mind I'm geeked the fu*k up out my body, I'm still hoppin' out big bodies I hop out coupes, it's an Audi, with them bands on me, probably (Uh) You know that there ain't no problem, both feet on the gas, can't stop him I'm in this b*tch with them shooters, they won't hesitate to pop him What goes around come around and them racks be goin' 'round Everything be goin' up, I ain't Yung Joc, ain't goin' down I go to sleep off that Crown, I go up, poppin' Percs I'm geeked the fu*k up in this b*tch, I can't even find my shirt RPS N PLAN BS II, you probably prayed for this at church Can't make no way up out this sh*t, then we gon' make something work [Verse 2: TrapStarMula] Muddy Mula Savage, my young ni**as ride with yoppas I'm a rich ni**a, this a thousand dollar baby bottle I'm the biggest man on campus, I ain't go to college I just bought me a brand new chopper, Playboi Carti, what? All these b*tches try their hardest to get next to me I'm finesse kid, b*tch, I wish you'd try finessing me Draco got a kickback, make a ni**a do the Harlem Shake Muddy Mula Savage, pull up with that b*tch and quake [Bridge: TrapStarMula] Uh, uh, Muddy Mula Savage Pull up with that b*tch and let it quake Uh, uh, Muddy Mula Savage Draco make him do the Harlem Shake [Chorus: 10kDunkin] Mismatch designer all the time I might rap fast like Busta Rhymes, I might talk fast, I'm out my mind I'm geeked the fu*k up out my body, I'm still hoppin' out big bodies I hop out coupes, it's an Audi, with them bands on me, probably (Uh) You know that there ain't no problem, both feet on the gas, can't stop him I'm in this b*tch with them shooters, they won't hesitate to pop him What goes around come around and them racks be goin' 'round Everything be goin' up, I ain't Yung Joc, ain't goin' down I go to sleep off that Crown, I go up, poppin' Percs I'm geeked the fu*k up in this b*tch, I can't even find my shirt RPS N PLAN BS II, you probably prayed for this at church Can't make no way up out this sh*t, then we gon' make something work [Outro: 10kDunkin] (Hoodrich Keem, yeah, I'm thinkin' 'bout signing that guy) RPS N PLAN BS II, you probably prayed for this at church Probably prayed for this at church