Musty lyrics

[Intro: OhGeesy]
Ayy, they ask me how I'm feeling, my n*gga I'm feeling lovely
It must be, it must be
All these b*tches tryna f*ck me
That n*gga b*tch, all these b*tches
Ron Ron do that sh*t

[Chorus: OhGeesy]
They ask me how I'm feeling, my n*gga I'm feeling lovely
It must be, everywhere I go they wanna f*ck me
Musty, uhh my n*gga who got that musty?
It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy
They ask me how I'm feeling, my n*gga I'm feeling lovely
It must be, everywhere I go they wanna f*ck me
Musty, uhh my n*gga who got that musty?
It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy

[Verse 1: OhGeesy]
I'm busting, no tussling
Bad b*tch a eater that ain't for discussion, she busting and gushing
She dripping and moaning when I get to f*cking
Fufu n*gga sip on nothing but 'Tussin
I'm pouring the Quali', I'm throwed with my youngins
I pour with my youngins, I go with my youngins
We blowing them hundreds and blowing them 'Woods
I'm a nice ass n*gga but I'm misunderstood
Got a ratchet lil b*tch and she from Inglewood
I'm moving around, I do nothing but jugg
I'm f*cking these ho like a young n*gga should
And you'd do the same if you young n*ggas could
Just bought the Bimmer 'cause that sh*t look cleaner
How I get this sh*t, n*gga serving the fienders
n*gga b*tches snitching like they serving subpoenas
And my n*ggas all nuts, you get served by a peanut
Your b*tch she a sl*t she get curbed and deleted
f*cked while she pregnant, got nut on your fetus
I'm going too crazy, need to calm down, Jesus
Need to calm down, Jesus
[Chorus: OhGeesy]
They ask me how I'm feeling, my n*gga I'm feeling lovely
It must be, everywhere I go they wanna f*ck me
Musty, uhh my n*gga who got that musty?
It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy
They ask me how I'm feeling, my n*gga I'm feeling lovely
It must be, everywhere I go they wanna f*ck me
Musty, uhh my n*gga who got that musty?
It must be Ohgees 'cause he stay serving custy

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
I'm pouring juice by the deuce riding 'round in the coupe
I ain't playing with a b*tch, lil baby I thought you knew
Busting scripts with your b*tch for the lean
I'm off a bean, I sip nothing that's clean
I got a Sprite, I'ma turn this sh*t pink
I pop a percocet, pink like my drink
Hold up I'm tripping, you ho-ing or going lil b*tch?
What the f*ck a n*gga mean, he ain't pour up like this
Trying to pull up on my n*ggas like hold up they got sticks
This a hunned dollar cup, you ain’t po' up like this
I'm a real right n*gga need a real right b*tch
Need them blue face hundreds, I'm fiending, I gotta sip
If your b*tch ain't going, I'm tripping, she gotta dip
I just got the sixteen, no flippin', I'm finna sip
Whole eight, in a two liter
Sipping with my same n*ggas, no new people
I'm kicking sh*t, whole gang off prescriptions b*tch
Talk chips or my n*ggas ain't listening