Out the Mud (feat. Young Kam & Hh Dean)
Yeah, jumped off the porch
(Porch)
I'm a young killer
Call me Jack the Ripper
I'm pulling back up in a Porsche
(Lil whore)
She got ass like a stripper
I might have to tip her
She ride the dick like a horse
I ball out like a clipper
Keep two on my back like my last name was Leonard
I take ya girl eat that pussy for dinner
Fuck on yo bitch while I'm wearing my slippers
She scream my name cause she know she a winner
Smoking on gas got me stuck like a splinter
Out of this world call me The Big Dipper
You Messing with me if you mess with my niggas
Young Kam in this bitch
Yeah I'm a big dripper
Young Kam in this bitch
Yeah the heaviest hitter
Come straight out the mud yeah we came from nothing
And I'm with my bros posted up like Kareem
We just took ya hoe got her rolling off a bean
And we glazed her face now we call her Krispy Kreme
Take off like a rocket yeah we ball like Hakeem
But when we pull up to ya block it ain't finna be a dream
Named my Glock Mariah 'cause the way that bitch sing
And if you wanna ride with Kam you gotta fuck the whole team
(Cell)
Wanna ride with us gotta fuck the whole team
These bitches love the way my diamonds bling
Phone on do not disturb don't want it to ring
If it's an issue we let the choppers sing
And them motherfuckers gon do more than sting
Perc 30s will make it feel like a dream
No fuck shit that ain't the way we swing
Run up foolish push ya shit in a sling
Different form I'm in my second phase
Paper chase feel like a race
(Vroom)
Trynna see how much a gram weigh
These niggas don't know what it take
(They don't)
Pulled up on them got em all sprayed
And no we not leaving a trace
(Oh no)
EP out now sorry for the delays
Won't stop 'til I get in first place
Give em pressure in the worst way
Take his life on his birthday
We eat good every day it's a buffet
And we haven't stopped since the first day
Cheffing work all on my mama stove
Let it lock watch me flip it and fold
Start to serving it I'm back on a roll
With that trapping really went gold
Ran up crazy thinking that he was bold
I put that bitch nigga life on a hold
When he seen the Glock the nigga was froze
Gotcha hoe bent over touching her toes
Preheat the oven watch the edibles bake
Trapstar tried to give me up to the jakes
Block was hot never could take me a break
If I got caught I would've beat every case
It's Dean
Doing the race, not Tay-K
Walk down with a K
he got her a ring and that bit came from Kay
This pressure be hitting like a back
Got high the other day
(High as fuck yeah I know)
Got a fat pack when I come out the store
Bullets be fast they swing like a pole
Had her a sprout so my heartbeat cold
Gotta use two hands when you whipping the bowl
It's not even bubbling cut on stove
Said he a blood so we calling him bold
Get it right now my shit be sold
He said he want smoke so his breath be cold
Cause my killers by ya
Don't do too much when they creeping beside ya
Where is your keeper
I speak on your brother
He crying and bitching he go to his mother
Backwoods only I smoke on no other
How you talk in you raps but lack with no cutter
(No strap)
We call him a crab
So bro brought the butter, nigga
(Porch)
I'm a young killer
Call me Jack the Ripper
I'm pulling back up in a Porsche
(Lil whore)
She got ass like a stripper
I might have to tip her
She ride the dick like a horse
I ball out like a clipper
Keep two on my back like my last name was Leonard
I take ya girl eat that pussy for dinner
Fuck on yo bitch while I'm wearing my slippers
She scream my name cause she know she a winner
Smoking on gas got me stuck like a splinter
Out of this world call me The Big Dipper
You Messing with me if you mess with my niggas
Young Kam in this bitch
Yeah I'm a big dripper
Young Kam in this bitch
Yeah the heaviest hitter
Come straight out the mud yeah we came from nothing
And I'm with my bros posted up like Kareem
We just took ya hoe got her rolling off a bean
And we glazed her face now we call her Krispy Kreme
Take off like a rocket yeah we ball like Hakeem
But when we pull up to ya block it ain't finna be a dream
Named my Glock Mariah 'cause the way that bitch sing
And if you wanna ride with Kam you gotta fuck the whole team
(Cell)
Wanna ride with us gotta fuck the whole team
These bitches love the way my diamonds bling
Phone on do not disturb don't want it to ring
If it's an issue we let the choppers sing
And them motherfuckers gon do more than sting
Perc 30s will make it feel like a dream
No fuck shit that ain't the way we swing
Run up foolish push ya shit in a sling
Different form I'm in my second phase
Paper chase feel like a race
(Vroom)
Trynna see how much a gram weigh
These niggas don't know what it take
(They don't)
Pulled up on them got em all sprayed
And no we not leaving a trace
(Oh no)
EP out now sorry for the delays
Won't stop 'til I get in first place
Give em pressure in the worst way
Take his life on his birthday
We eat good every day it's a buffet
And we haven't stopped since the first day
Cheffing work all on my mama stove
Let it lock watch me flip it and fold
Start to serving it I'm back on a roll
With that trapping really went gold
Ran up crazy thinking that he was bold
I put that bitch nigga life on a hold
When he seen the Glock the nigga was froze
Gotcha hoe bent over touching her toes
Preheat the oven watch the edibles bake
Trapstar tried to give me up to the jakes
Block was hot never could take me a break
If I got caught I would've beat every case
It's Dean
Doing the race, not Tay-K
Walk down with a K
he got her a ring and that bit came from Kay
This pressure be hitting like a back
Got high the other day
(High as fuck yeah I know)
Got a fat pack when I come out the store
Bullets be fast they swing like a pole
Had her a sprout so my heartbeat cold
Gotta use two hands when you whipping the bowl
It's not even bubbling cut on stove
Said he a blood so we calling him bold
Get it right now my shit be sold
He said he want smoke so his breath be cold
Cause my killers by ya
Don't do too much when they creeping beside ya
Where is your keeper
I speak on your brother
He crying and bitching he go to his mother
Backwoods only I smoke on no other
How you talk in you raps but lack with no cutter
(No strap)
We call him a crab
So bro brought the butter, nigga
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Writer(s): Marcell Jones
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