Muddy Waters
Man as a young nigga I was stealing out of Costco
Family turned on me that what really made my heart
Moms lost her job I moved out when the house sold
Moved to Tallahassee in some months had the blocked the sold
I don't think you can name a hood I can not go
Invested in myself now I sit back and watch the stock grow
Nigga hating on me what the fuck you tryna plot fo?
My niggas cleaning shit what you think they got this mop fo?
I might have to make a giffy run if the block slow
Still go crazy wit the sauce stacking nachos.
These Zoe's going crazy in my city wit the Plato's
Long as the outcome meaning blue cheese honchos
Still stunting on my haters they in disbelief
EX hit my line but she know she can't get shit from me
I done fell in love wit the streets it get the best of me
She wanna have sex wit me cuz I make bread like sesame
Fuck the bitch good now she wanna my baby it's crazy these god damn percs make my lazy
Still trapping shhh you would think it was the 80's
Got it on my own ain't nan nigga made me
Still got them pieces shit sliden like gravy
You don't need to dip we got 1's like Mcgrady
I be on the road mama praying for her baby
Told her that I love her but the money real saved me
My dawgs riding round wit the shells ain't talking Tacos
10 bands on me and the clip filled wit hollows.
If I need a pack I just hit my nigga poncho
I hit him wit a play we taking trips going Mato
I be in ya city riding round to the bank closed
Runner went inside I told her come out if the gate close
You can call me simon bitches doing what I say so
Always claim this bread but best believe I never claim hoes
Yea I got the sauce tm's jammed on the way home
And I always tap to pay riding round wit 8 phones
Niggas always copy hit the party I see 8 clones
Plug sent 10 the other day I got 8 gone
Ain't nobody ever gave me shit I had to make a way
12 hours shift I be on the road from 8 to 8
Nigga imma boss I done found a plug in every state
Goat shit like Ali you fucking wit a heavy weight
Fuck the bitch good now she wanna my baby it's crazy these god damn percs make my lazy
Still trapping shhh you would think it was the 80's
Got it on my own ain't nan nigga made me
Still got them pieces shit sliden like gravy
You don't need to dip we got 1's like Mcgrady
I be on the road mama praying for her baby
Told her that I love her but the money real saved me
Family turned on me that what really made my heart
Moms lost her job I moved out when the house sold
Moved to Tallahassee in some months had the blocked the sold
I don't think you can name a hood I can not go
Invested in myself now I sit back and watch the stock grow
Nigga hating on me what the fuck you tryna plot fo?
My niggas cleaning shit what you think they got this mop fo?
I might have to make a giffy run if the block slow
Still go crazy wit the sauce stacking nachos.
These Zoe's going crazy in my city wit the Plato's
Long as the outcome meaning blue cheese honchos
Still stunting on my haters they in disbelief
EX hit my line but she know she can't get shit from me
I done fell in love wit the streets it get the best of me
She wanna have sex wit me cuz I make bread like sesame
Fuck the bitch good now she wanna my baby it's crazy these god damn percs make my lazy
Still trapping shhh you would think it was the 80's
Got it on my own ain't nan nigga made me
Still got them pieces shit sliden like gravy
You don't need to dip we got 1's like Mcgrady
I be on the road mama praying for her baby
Told her that I love her but the money real saved me
My dawgs riding round wit the shells ain't talking Tacos
10 bands on me and the clip filled wit hollows.
If I need a pack I just hit my nigga poncho
I hit him wit a play we taking trips going Mato
I be in ya city riding round to the bank closed
Runner went inside I told her come out if the gate close
You can call me simon bitches doing what I say so
Always claim this bread but best believe I never claim hoes
Yea I got the sauce tm's jammed on the way home
And I always tap to pay riding round wit 8 phones
Niggas always copy hit the party I see 8 clones
Plug sent 10 the other day I got 8 gone
Ain't nobody ever gave me shit I had to make a way
12 hours shift I be on the road from 8 to 8
Nigga imma boss I done found a plug in every state
Goat shit like Ali you fucking wit a heavy weight
Fuck the bitch good now she wanna my baby it's crazy these god damn percs make my lazy
Still trapping shhh you would think it was the 80's
Got it on my own ain't nan nigga made me
Still got them pieces shit sliden like gravy
You don't need to dip we got 1's like Mcgrady
I be on the road mama praying for her baby
Told her that I love her but the money real saved me
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Writer(s): Fly Stoner Motive
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