Muni x Mulli Lyrics – KayMuni

[Verse 1: KayMuni]
I gave bro the link and I never made a drink, I was broke as hell
They’ll tell you I sold everything, at least I never sold myself
We don’t need a sat-nav to get to cunch, I know it well
I woulda stayed with my Brum ting but she a ho as well
I’m at the Novotel, outside, smoking dank
Cats phoning me with their problems, they ain’t phoning FRANK
We ain’t even listen what he said, he doesn’t hold no rank
My cousings so gara, I don’t even need to know the stamp
Outside Gaia with the fire, all I smoke is tops
Thе last batch we whipped was so leng, wе coulda sold the pot
Twenty-seventh floor, phone’s off, my other phone’s ringing

I be riding dolo through the city, I got no bring-in
I shot top shelf Cali off my finsta
B!tches aired me out, now ten gyal up in the Sprinter
Trapping all winter, strapped up all summertime
I’m getting bored waiting round for trackings, built another line

[Verse 2: Asco]
Look what this s*it’s come to, grown men b!tching on the net
We ain’t never do the net, you know we really in the flesh
And we don’t even show them a half of what the meds is
Fu*king up Marbs, two dargs when I’m stepping
I’m catching flights while these n!ggas sending threats
We be sending corn, top mids and some deps
It’s twenty-two inch on my Cubes and it’s wet
That’s V double-S and up only on my neck
I slept on the same mattress the nitty slept on
You know I proved them wrong whenever I was ever slept on
If I ever gave you work then it was never stepped on
I linked her in my Dri-FIT and left her in a wet thong
My last one banged, wait until you hear my next one
My n!gga only catching hats, fu*k if you got your vest on
It’s a half a cake and up anytime I throw the Rex on
He was right to blow his lights out cah he was dead wrong

[Verse 3: KayMuni & Asco]

It’s been another long day, feds just ran through my T again
Fifty P’s a week, I feel like me again
I was doing hand-to-hands, hitting stains with T and dem
Make the right play, my fans gon’ never see me again
You soon reap what you sow
Even in the summertime, you know these streets still be cold
It’s either weed or some snow, crack fiends on the phone
And they fiending for bone
Nuttin ’bout these streets be a joke, I’m in the T with this dope
A hundred nine Luger’s just cost a Louis tracky
Been Heathrow three times this week, we coulda blew a Patty
All these b!tches love Muni, I’m like Hugh Hef
I sell crack, baby, I don’t two-step
I don’t two-step and if I rave, I got my shooters there
The spot had potential so we went and put some food there
And got the spot popping, had a couple nitties move gear
Moved my first eight-ball then went and copped some new Airs