M.U.D.
Had to get it out the mud
Now I'm right back
Now I'm right back
Guarantee them niggas ain't like that
Fuck shit on my phone
I ain't write back
I ain't write back
Guarantee them bitches ain't like that
I was gone for a minute I'm right back up in it my clip is replenished
That mean y'all niggas finished y'all y'all hit the benches dog it's just bidness
If you back on your grind fittin to shine I know that you feel it
A lame nigga hear it and see that we comin it hurt to they spirit
Why that girl on my phone with that dumb shit
Talkin how she seen me movin in the function
In the cut full cup wit the blunt lit
I'm chillin but I'm lookin like a stuntman
Bitches on my arm like a presidential
And I ain't said a damn thing like an instrumental
I'm at home in this game dog is residential
And you lackin lil homie I don't see potential
Gone till November workin on my mental
Came right back like a pen and pencil
You should already know look at my credential
It be lookin hella intricate really it's simple
He so jiggy showin em no pity
Cut throat he on point like cold titties
No hope back on ropes he still swingin
Soul glow he hold on till past last inning
Thas just the m.o. thats how I brought by my kinfolk
Been dope fuck the world like a nympho
Keep yo mouth closed I don't need the info
Boy I got it covered like a trenchcoat
I'ma get mine I don't understand no
So I'm boutta set it off like the intro
Got my shirt ripped off like kimbo
Had to get it out the mud
Now I'm right back
Now I'm right back
Guarantee them niggas ain't like that
Fuck shit on my phone
I ain't write back
I ain't write back
Guarantee them bitches ain't like that
I was gone for a minute I'm right back up in it my clip is replenished
That mean y'all niggas finished and isn't personal dog it's just bidness
If you back on your grind fittin to shine I know that you feel this
A lame nigga hear it and see that we comin it hurt to they spirit
How I'm gonna lie my shit was fucked up
Now I'm right back I ain't luck up
Nah this that go hard shit
In the drama stay calm drop bomb shit
My girl say she boutta be a mom, shit
So I'm on offense dog I'm goin all in
Just thinkin of me quitting make me nauseas
I'ma make it pop regardless young GOD shit
Ball on these niggas and I never beg a pardon
Big dog bitch I ain't trippin off the small shit
Try bring me to my knees now I'm ten toes down I'ma put it down till I'm layin in my coffin
Even then I resurrect hit em wit that O.T. light a blunt of OG like I'm off this
In other words the bounce back game flawless
If not my nigga then what you call this
Dog I was lost in need of a compass
I kept that shit thumping like rumble boy rumble
Keep this jumpin yup somethin like Jumpman
It's double or nothin so I'm up to somethin
Cuz they all counted me out now I'm right back to put the words back in they mouth
That's the death of they doubt surfing outta the drought
Niggas know what I'm bout From the north to the south
Kill this shit and I'm out
Had to get it out the mud
Now I'm right back
Now I'm right back
Guarantee them niggas ain't like that
Fuck shit on my phone
I ain't write back
I ain't write back
Guarantee them bitches ain't like that
I was gone for a minute I'm right back up in it my clip is replenished
That mean y'all niggas finished and isn't personal dog it's just bidness
If you back on your grind fittin to shine I know that you feel this
A lame nigga hear it and see that we comin it hurt to they spirit
Now I'm right back
Now I'm right back
Guarantee them niggas ain't like that
Fuck shit on my phone
I ain't write back
I ain't write back
Guarantee them bitches ain't like that
I was gone for a minute I'm right back up in it my clip is replenished
That mean y'all niggas finished y'all y'all hit the benches dog it's just bidness
If you back on your grind fittin to shine I know that you feel it
A lame nigga hear it and see that we comin it hurt to they spirit
Why that girl on my phone with that dumb shit
Talkin how she seen me movin in the function
In the cut full cup wit the blunt lit
I'm chillin but I'm lookin like a stuntman
Bitches on my arm like a presidential
And I ain't said a damn thing like an instrumental
I'm at home in this game dog is residential
And you lackin lil homie I don't see potential
Gone till November workin on my mental
Came right back like a pen and pencil
You should already know look at my credential
It be lookin hella intricate really it's simple
He so jiggy showin em no pity
Cut throat he on point like cold titties
No hope back on ropes he still swingin
Soul glow he hold on till past last inning
Thas just the m.o. thats how I brought by my kinfolk
Been dope fuck the world like a nympho
Keep yo mouth closed I don't need the info
Boy I got it covered like a trenchcoat
I'ma get mine I don't understand no
So I'm boutta set it off like the intro
Got my shirt ripped off like kimbo
Had to get it out the mud
Now I'm right back
Now I'm right back
Guarantee them niggas ain't like that
Fuck shit on my phone
I ain't write back
I ain't write back
Guarantee them bitches ain't like that
I was gone for a minute I'm right back up in it my clip is replenished
That mean y'all niggas finished and isn't personal dog it's just bidness
If you back on your grind fittin to shine I know that you feel this
A lame nigga hear it and see that we comin it hurt to they spirit
How I'm gonna lie my shit was fucked up
Now I'm right back I ain't luck up
Nah this that go hard shit
In the drama stay calm drop bomb shit
My girl say she boutta be a mom, shit
So I'm on offense dog I'm goin all in
Just thinkin of me quitting make me nauseas
I'ma make it pop regardless young GOD shit
Ball on these niggas and I never beg a pardon
Big dog bitch I ain't trippin off the small shit
Try bring me to my knees now I'm ten toes down I'ma put it down till I'm layin in my coffin
Even then I resurrect hit em wit that O.T. light a blunt of OG like I'm off this
In other words the bounce back game flawless
If not my nigga then what you call this
Dog I was lost in need of a compass
I kept that shit thumping like rumble boy rumble
Keep this jumpin yup somethin like Jumpman
It's double or nothin so I'm up to somethin
Cuz they all counted me out now I'm right back to put the words back in they mouth
That's the death of they doubt surfing outta the drought
Niggas know what I'm bout From the north to the south
Kill this shit and I'm out
Had to get it out the mud
Now I'm right back
Now I'm right back
Guarantee them niggas ain't like that
Fuck shit on my phone
I ain't write back
I ain't write back
Guarantee them bitches ain't like that
I was gone for a minute I'm right back up in it my clip is replenished
That mean y'all niggas finished and isn't personal dog it's just bidness
If you back on your grind fittin to shine I know that you feel this
A lame nigga hear it and see that we comin it hurt to they spirit
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Writer(s): Nuri Hazzard
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