Ain't Going for Nun letra

Dee Mula (honcho on that beat, word, say less)
D double E M-U-LA (ayy, mm, mm)
Real nigga first, man, you gotta be a real nigga, man (real nigga first)
You know what I'm sayin'? Listen (come here, Crit)
Uh, uh

Real nigga first, pussy, go and check my credentials
I never did nothin' flaw, my name clean, you dig?
Hop out fresher than a peppermint, I'm fly, you see it?
My bankroll is big, my bitch booty is big, okay
Hundred fifty, twenties in my pocket, different color, dead presidents
She fuck me first night, 'posed to be celibate
I think it's 'cause my name, prolly 'cause my chain (dee Mula)
Or prolly how I sit back in this Maybach switchin' lanes (you think you too cool)

I'm a cool, laid-back nigga, get mad, be wantin' to whack niggas
I fell back from them Xannies, 'cause I trip out, start to smack niggas
My name hold weight, I'm talkin' 'bout more weight than a fat nigga
My guns came customized with boxes on the back, nigga
Rich nigga, I'm flyin' first class, 'bout fifty thousand on me, risk-taker
Just landed in my city with somethin' sour on me (ugh)
I want my flowers now, so when I die, don't need no flowers on me
Police watchin', tryna catch me lackin' with some powder on me
I ain't goin' for nothin', my grandma raised a dog
I bought some of the best guns, shoot it, bullets rip through walls (doo, doo, doo, doo)
And I ain't nothin' but 5'7, they talk 'bout me like I'm tall
Hit they block, they turned to babies, I made all them niggas crawl
Nigga, I ain't goin' for nothin' again, I gotta say it twice
Too slick with the dice, I get high as kites, I shoot up through Pluto every night
Amiri jeans, eleven hundred, pussy, who ain't gettin' no money? (Huh?)
If I paid to get your hair done, I don't wanna see no bonnet (let's go)
Me and Head made millions, split that shit like it was nothin'
Went to the car lot, bought some fast shit, right now I'm havin' fun (skrrt)
Had to cut my eater off, but I just text her, Bae, I'm done bein' petty with you, I'm sittin' here ready for you (a eater, a real eater)
A nigga kill mine, then I kill yours (I gotta kill yours), stand up tall like a billboard
I was broke, I used to steal for it, rob, nigga, take and kill for it
I'll still do it, shoot him, throw that mask on, if I go broke again, these niggas dead wrong (why you say that, 'cause?)
Said he gon' take somethin', this boy must ain't got his head on (his head must not be on)
'Cause if he reach for mine, I swear to God his head gone (doo, doo, doo)
I shoot like John Wick and knock shit out like Jon Jones (doo, doo, doo, keep talkin' 'bout)

Real nigga first, pussy, go and check my credentials
I never did nothin' flaw, my name clean, you dig?
Hop out fresher than a peppermint, I'm fly, you see it?
My bankroll is big, my bitch booty is big, okay
Hundred fifty, twenties in my pocket, different color, dead presidents
She fuck me first night, 'posed to be celibate
I think it's 'cause my name, prolly 'cause my chain (Dee Mula)
Or prolly how I sit back in this Maybach switchin' lanes (you think you too cool)

Uh-huh, uh, uh

Dee Mula - Letras

• Ain't Going for Nun
• They Can't Count