Mud
Running this track ain't believe in no obstacles
I got this 30 make me feel unstoppable
Loud in my pocket I feel like a rasta no
Time for these bitches no I ain't gone stop for hoes
Speak on my name ima run up a choppa so
Catch me in dubai I'm racing it's time to go
Patek is frozen this water gone overflow
Sober flow
Ain't mix my cup ain't do drugs no more
Handy manny bitch I fix it up
Double my cs like I double this cup
Down bad yea we come out the mud
Forty stay tuck used to trap out the bus
I remember bein broke it was me and my momma we
Made it I honestly
Ain't even think I was gone make it far as we
Did
But we here i'm a man of my word
Pay the promise fee
Same routine everyday this aint it
I froze up the neck and I froze up the wrist
I ain't gonna go back to the mud fuck that shit
Ima make all this money bitch i'm down with the shits
Momma I love you and daddy you did it
I'll pay you back all of the times that u spent it was all just for us all the struggles we hit All the times u would Give us the food you ain't get
9 in the mattress i ain't trust nobody
Nightmares I get always dream about bodies I seen it all down on my knees man i'm sorry
Just take all my shit got some cash in my wallet
He reached for the bag and I threw him down falling
I put up a fight for my life I aint callin
Nobody I had half an ounce in my bag and a bottle of molly he knew I was ballin
I realized he was an op and I'm stallin just sittin at home and I'm thinkin bout coffins
I made a decision I ran out of options
I hung with the dogs and the sharks way to often
The Concrete jungles I ain't got time for all this
And dead in a cell and my momma was sobbing
What the fuck is just the point of all this
Yea I made it out the mud
And they call me runner up
Down bad that was us
Now we countin couple dubs
Trappin straight up out the funds
And this music shit was fun
Homeboy ducking on the run
Feds always after us
I got options
Yea We stuck and fallen
Lovers calling
Bitch I aint gone stop shit
Broke boy im the shit
Down bad I'm tryn got rich
Pussy talking bout me shit
I put a hole inside yo clit
Fuck that talk I'm tryn get shit
Done my soilders brought they clip
Like some venom gone infect ya
Snake ass bitches gone get hit
I got this 30 make me feel unstoppable
Loud in my pocket I feel like a rasta no
Time for these bitches no I ain't gone stop for hoes
Speak on my name ima run up a choppa so
Catch me in dubai I'm racing it's time to go
Patek is frozen this water gone overflow
Sober flow
Ain't mix my cup ain't do drugs no more
Handy manny bitch I fix it up
Double my cs like I double this cup
Down bad yea we come out the mud
Forty stay tuck used to trap out the bus
I remember bein broke it was me and my momma we
Made it I honestly
Ain't even think I was gone make it far as we
Did
But we here i'm a man of my word
Pay the promise fee
Same routine everyday this aint it
I froze up the neck and I froze up the wrist
I ain't gonna go back to the mud fuck that shit
Ima make all this money bitch i'm down with the shits
Momma I love you and daddy you did it
I'll pay you back all of the times that u spent it was all just for us all the struggles we hit All the times u would Give us the food you ain't get
9 in the mattress i ain't trust nobody
Nightmares I get always dream about bodies I seen it all down on my knees man i'm sorry
Just take all my shit got some cash in my wallet
He reached for the bag and I threw him down falling
I put up a fight for my life I aint callin
Nobody I had half an ounce in my bag and a bottle of molly he knew I was ballin
I realized he was an op and I'm stallin just sittin at home and I'm thinkin bout coffins
I made a decision I ran out of options
I hung with the dogs and the sharks way to often
The Concrete jungles I ain't got time for all this
And dead in a cell and my momma was sobbing
What the fuck is just the point of all this
Yea I made it out the mud
And they call me runner up
Down bad that was us
Now we countin couple dubs
Trappin straight up out the funds
And this music shit was fun
Homeboy ducking on the run
Feds always after us
I got options
Yea We stuck and fallen
Lovers calling
Bitch I aint gone stop shit
Broke boy im the shit
Down bad I'm tryn got rich
Pussy talking bout me shit
I put a hole inside yo clit
Fuck that talk I'm tryn get shit
Done my soilders brought they clip
Like some venom gone infect ya
Snake ass bitches gone get hit
Credits
Writer(s): Ricardo Vela
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