mud
Yeah, yeah, yeah (oh yeah)
(Plugs)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sippin' on purple mud straight out the bottle
Super-thick bitch, yeah, she built like a model
Codeine got me moving slow but it's full throttle
And I'm blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto
45 hundred grams, stuff 'em in the Tahoe
Backwoods stuffed crust, I could call it soft taco
Might triple-cross the plug, got me feeling like Pablo
I might pull up with the fire, call me Lonely el Diablo
Woke up thinking 'bout the guap, getting money, all that I know
You get hit with Glocks, my shooters don't fuck with rifles
It's funny how I popped, now they treat me like an idol
I'm just going through a lot, this movie don't got a title
I just want the money (Plugs), I don't really care for fame
I'm just goin' up, and I know these things change
Take a band, throw it up, now she dancing in the rain
How you switch up on the gang? Damn, I knew you was a lame
Did it all by myself, how you think I got my name?
And I'm still using Percs 'cause they take away the pain
Know it's gon' hurt when I pull up in a Range
Coupe gon' swerve and we really switchin' lanes
This a two-seater but I'm in it with the gang
When I'm on the money mission, I can't pick up for a lame
Get up on the top floor, it's like we outer space
It's like I love the guap more, I'm really sorry, bae
Been the same since a jit, no, this shit not a phase
Call of Duty sticks, but this shit not FaZe
I'm speaking with you, nigga, we, we are not the same
Makin' money with the bros, man, I love my gang
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
Sippin' on purple mud straight out the bottle
Super-thick bitch, yeah, she built like a model
Codeine got me moving slow but it's full throttle
And I'm blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto
45 hundred grams, stuff 'em in the Tahoe
Backwoods stuffed crust, I could call it soft taco
Might triple-cross the plug, got me feeling like Pablo
I might pull up with the fire, call me Lonely el Diablo
Woke up thinking 'bout the guap, getting money, all that I know
Blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto
Blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto
Blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto (yeah, yeah)
(Plugs)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Plugs)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sippin' on purple mud straight out the bottle
Super-thick bitch, yeah, she built like a model
Codeine got me moving slow but it's full throttle
And I'm blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto
45 hundred grams, stuff 'em in the Tahoe
Backwoods stuffed crust, I could call it soft taco
Might triple-cross the plug, got me feeling like Pablo
I might pull up with the fire, call me Lonely el Diablo
Woke up thinking 'bout the guap, getting money, all that I know
You get hit with Glocks, my shooters don't fuck with rifles
It's funny how I popped, now they treat me like an idol
I'm just going through a lot, this movie don't got a title
I just want the money (Plugs), I don't really care for fame
I'm just goin' up, and I know these things change
Take a band, throw it up, now she dancing in the rain
How you switch up on the gang? Damn, I knew you was a lame
Did it all by myself, how you think I got my name?
And I'm still using Percs 'cause they take away the pain
Know it's gon' hurt when I pull up in a Range
Coupe gon' swerve and we really switchin' lanes
This a two-seater but I'm in it with the gang
When I'm on the money mission, I can't pick up for a lame
Get up on the top floor, it's like we outer space
It's like I love the guap more, I'm really sorry, bae
Been the same since a jit, no, this shit not a phase
Call of Duty sticks, but this shit not FaZe
I'm speaking with you, nigga, we, we are not the same
Makin' money with the bros, man, I love my gang
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
Sippin' on purple mud straight out the bottle
Super-thick bitch, yeah, she built like a model
Codeine got me moving slow but it's full throttle
And I'm blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto
45 hundred grams, stuff 'em in the Tahoe
Backwoods stuffed crust, I could call it soft taco
Might triple-cross the plug, got me feeling like Pablo
I might pull up with the fire, call me Lonely el Diablo
Woke up thinking 'bout the guap, getting money, all that I know
Blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto
Blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto
Blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto (yeah, yeah)
(Plugs)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer(s): Bobby Sandimanie
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