Out Da Mud

Get it out the mud
Roll up

Aye back
Had to get money had to go get racks
That bitch want me don't wanna go hit that
Had to get money had to run a trap
Where my niggas filthy they shoot you it's tag
Aye, run it up run it up
Counting that green till the sun come up
Your bitch want us cause she fuck with us
But back to the green dough
She on my dick cause she think that I'm lethal
Sike little bitch I can't fuck you got leave you
Because I got issues don't know why I see you
Oh that shit didn't hurt you?
When did you love me?
That feeling had birthed you?

Chopper gonna turn him to bird food
Drag her in the house like she out past curfew
Ran up and shot at the first 2
You think that's bad man?
You should see the third dude
I am a bad man I'll hurt you
But your bitch see that and she want the dick soon
I was 16 dropping opps and I ain't had a car so I shot off a Mongoose
Had to use different angles
Man your clip acute but my shit looking obtuse
Pulled up to the block by himself with his chains on
I'mma rob you
Don't try to buddy buddy me cause I'm getting cheese we are not cool
A spliff always makes me happy
Stuffed pills in her panties
What u know about trapping?
Hair trigger on the mac
Bro, I barely gotta tap it
Dora show me where the work at so I never gotta map it
God damn



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Writer(s): Khaleed Pritchard
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