[Intro: SosMula]
Ryder Music
Mula!

[Chorus: SosMula]
What's up with all these fuck n***as? (Fuck outta here)
They dropping dimes, that's the reason I can't trust n***as (Ring)
What's up with all these dumb bitches? (Slide)
They lining shit up, it's the reason I can't trust bitches (EA)

[Verse 1: 1 Shot Dealz]
Uh, death threats in those shoots, Cuz, we laugh at 'em (Hahaha)
Should coke static on your block 'til we blast at 'em (Babababa!)
Grown ass men be dick sucking, you be mad at them
Y'all main bitches, we fuck 'em all, you the type of dude to go cash at 'em (Sucker)
We don't trick shit, I risk it every day for these pesos (Cash)
My Ryder bitch'll go hand to hand if I lay low (What you need?)
She know my 40 up and scream 40 up as my day go
I traveled out of state for them bankrolls
No one way, I get straight coke (YOLO)
Turned 6 to 5, you don't know shit about coke flips (Fire)
Different stints on 'em, you don't know shit about whole bricks
My foreign belt hold my foreign gun and my dope strips
Smoking dope weed with my dope bitch
After bagging up, yeah, the dope thick
Like damn
[Chorus: SosMula & 1 Shot Dealz]
What's up with all these fuck n***as? (Fuck outta here)
They dropping dimes, that's the reason I can't trust n***as (Ring)
What's up with all these dumb bitches? (Slide)
They lining shit up, it's the reason I can't trust bitches (EA)
What's up with all these fuck n***as?
They dropping dime and that the reason I can't trust n***as (Fuck outta here)
Uh, what's up with all these dumb bitches?
They setting shit up, it's the reason I can't trust bitches
(Mula)

[Verse 2: SosMula]
What's up with all these fuck n***as? (Fuck outta here)
20 bands in my pants, got it stuffed, n***a (Mula)
I caught a case, I guess I'm out of luck, n***a (Fuck outta here)
A bunch of fake n***as can't keep it a buck, n***a (Fraud)
I'm cased up, got me back and forth in supreme court (Shit nothing)
Soon as I get the bird, I hit the curb, knock it clean off (Mula)
I'm daydreaming, daydream 'bout a mean Porsche (Still dreaming)
Got the big bags, two 15s, we taking all them fiends' shorts (Gimme that, gimme that)
On some real shot, swear to God, man, fuck these bitches (Fuck outta here)
Bunch of side hoes, they fuck me then fuck my n***as (Slide)
Heard the realest n***as wrote statements (Damn)
Bunch of fuck n***as, my day one turned agent (Mula)

[Chorus: SosMula & 1 Shot Dealz]
What's up with all these fuck n***as?
They dropping dime and that the reason I can't trust n***as (Fuck outta here)
Uh, what's up with all these dumb bitches?
They setting shit up, it's the reason I can't trust bitches (Slide)
What's up with all these fuck n***as?
They dropping dimes, that's the reason I can't trust n***as (Fuck outta here)
What's up with all these dumb bitches?
They lining shit up, it's the reason I can't trust bitches (Mula)