Out the Mud
I got it out the mud
Now my wrist is on flood
Ran it up I got a lil buzz
Never going back I put that on my blood
I desire that designer
I'm talkin Dior not Prada
Racks gotta whole lotta
Cruzin in a Tesla not a Mazda
I could never go back to nada
Pockets on fat like java
I was born this way just like lady gaga
Y'all a stuck in place army terra-cotta
Come and chill with your boy
What ever they build up I destroy
All that money flexing just a ploy
Had lint in my pockets look now I'm the golden boy
I got it out the mud
Now my wrist is on flood
Ran it up I got a lil buzz
Never going back I put that on my blood
Now I'm rocking that Prada
You never seen a minor with these commas
I got the masses fighting over designer
That Dior drama
Why you gotta hate like that
I'm just in my bag
Abstract why you gotta flex like that
I told them uh my bad
I see them throwing up red flags
I ran he was in blue and had badge
Auto pilot on my Tesla don't crash
You don't even got all this don't try to match
Turn your frown upside down
You could have money stack mounds
You could knock these pitches out of bounds
And you can go for rounds and rounds
Or you could be a clown
Stay at home we don't want you around
I got it out the mud
Now my wrist is on flood
Ran it up I got a lil buzz
Never going back I put that on my blood
Now my wrist is on flood
Ran it up I got a lil buzz
Never going back I put that on my blood
I desire that designer
I'm talkin Dior not Prada
Racks gotta whole lotta
Cruzin in a Tesla not a Mazda
I could never go back to nada
Pockets on fat like java
I was born this way just like lady gaga
Y'all a stuck in place army terra-cotta
Come and chill with your boy
What ever they build up I destroy
All that money flexing just a ploy
Had lint in my pockets look now I'm the golden boy
I got it out the mud
Now my wrist is on flood
Ran it up I got a lil buzz
Never going back I put that on my blood
Now I'm rocking that Prada
You never seen a minor with these commas
I got the masses fighting over designer
That Dior drama
Why you gotta hate like that
I'm just in my bag
Abstract why you gotta flex like that
I told them uh my bad
I see them throwing up red flags
I ran he was in blue and had badge
Auto pilot on my Tesla don't crash
You don't even got all this don't try to match
Turn your frown upside down
You could have money stack mounds
You could knock these pitches out of bounds
And you can go for rounds and rounds
Or you could be a clown
Stay at home we don't want you around
I got it out the mud
Now my wrist is on flood
Ran it up I got a lil buzz
Never going back I put that on my blood
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Writer(s): Jameson Williams
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