9000 degrees Mula Gang

9000 degree dat hot to the drip no need to go live we already lit hot hot hot hotter than hotboy hot girl summer that's lits ball like hotboy hotboy hotboy Reek can't box wit god way outta yo reach Mula Gang nobody compete get down lay down right where u be this is that yo chick is that ho we da present now we be next im a walking a pharmacy CVS cool wit da vice lord Gds yes flat-screen ho see me yes bankaccount go feed checks arch it for me let I see her flex way of the schedule im a see her next wife write me I see her text no chick Wana be my ex cash that like a fema check ride da D like Bmx rip to DMX make me loose my mind in hear Lord give me a sign n hear if i camp round on yo ground with big cars extra tented gotta couple of rounds to hunt u like hounds we deep we all up in it we aint fucking around that a juggle a clown to ground wit a pound lazer beam red like da nose on a clown they holding u down hoping u drown they extra wit it if i say i dont like a nigga they load up boom on a site green light a nigga dey not need no 4 some extra chicken on sheet a ice extra slipping out of town yall extra trippin groupie chick all extra vixen up the kitchen dj mixing they solving a problem they already did it he spot got em keeping the stress prevented dez rappers dey be faking that chain extra rented gotta take it back my word is bond i don't tske it back so if i said it then i extra ment it piss off n upset the critics now they quiet extra crickets when you poke the bear im so prepare oh no dont test the limit im steroids you extrs timid but harder than extra scrimmage my times money got extra minutes im popeye on extra spinach that long winded head neva finish