Mud
(Haha, badda bing, you got two minutes man)
(Two, three, huh)
I need a bad lil' bitch, gimme a kid
Real trap nigga, fuck a gig
I drip too much, gon' need a bib
I keep them pounds outside the crib
Work from eight to ten
So nigga you know what it is
How you get them diamonds?
From the fucking mud, ya dig!
Bad lil' bitch, gimme a kid
Real trap nigga, fuck a gig
I drip too much, gon' need a bib
I keep them pounds outside the crib
Work from eight to ten
So nigga you know what it is
How you get them diamonds?
From the fucking mud, ya dig!
I got family starving
I can't leave that how it is
I need a couple M's
I'm tryna upgrade how we live
Niggas late to pay
Don't make me pull up where you live
And all you niggas capping
You should really work at lids
Hate when they envy
I can't fake shit
And bitch I ain't friendly
Picture me in a Bentley
I need V8 or I need me a Hemi
Some nights was rocky
Some nights was rough
Some nights were risky
But who gone stop me
I'm gassed up and you niggas empty!
I need a bad lil' bitch, gimme a kid
Real trap nigga, fuck a gig
I drip too much, gon' need a bib
I keep them pounds outside the crib
Work from eight to ten
So nigga you know what it is
How you get them diamonds?
From the fucking mud, ya dig!
Had an '03 with the rust on it
They still thought I was appealing
What a beautiful feeling
A nigga ain't got no ceilings
I pull up, I hop out, I'm drippin (Spillin')
Baby girl feeling my thythm
Introducing my woman to women (Yeah)
And talk 'em both outta they denim (Huh)
I want Wraith or a Phantom
I put myself in the latest fashion
I'm been working, no romancing
Kill everything, let lord have 'em (Badda boom)
Been tryna build and you doing nothing
Broke before, I'm done strugglin' (Strugglin')
Tax 'em, 'cause I don't see 'em often
Out the mud, like I dug up a coffin
Bad lil' bitch, gimme a kid
Real trap nigga, fuck a gig
I drip too much, gon' need a bib
I keep them pounds outside the crib
Work from eight to ten
So nigga you know what it is
How you get them diamonds?
From the fucking mud, ya dig!
(Hey man, hey man)
(Hahaha, hey man)
(Haha, you got two minutes man)
(Two, three, huh)
I need a bad lil' bitch, gimme a kid
Real trap nigga, fuck a gig
I drip too much, gon' need a bib
I keep them pounds outside the crib
Work from eight to ten
So nigga you know what it is
How you get them diamonds?
From the fucking mud, ya dig!
Bad lil' bitch, gimme a kid
Real trap nigga, fuck a gig
I drip too much, gon' need a bib
I keep them pounds outside the crib
Work from eight to ten
So nigga you know what it is
How you get them diamonds?
From the fucking mud, ya dig!
I got family starving
I can't leave that how it is
I need a couple M's
I'm tryna upgrade how we live
Niggas late to pay
Don't make me pull up where you live
And all you niggas capping
You should really work at lids
Hate when they envy
I can't fake shit
And bitch I ain't friendly
Picture me in a Bentley
I need V8 or I need me a Hemi
Some nights was rocky
Some nights was rough
Some nights were risky
But who gone stop me
I'm gassed up and you niggas empty!
I need a bad lil' bitch, gimme a kid
Real trap nigga, fuck a gig
I drip too much, gon' need a bib
I keep them pounds outside the crib
Work from eight to ten
So nigga you know what it is
How you get them diamonds?
From the fucking mud, ya dig!
Had an '03 with the rust on it
They still thought I was appealing
What a beautiful feeling
A nigga ain't got no ceilings
I pull up, I hop out, I'm drippin (Spillin')
Baby girl feeling my thythm
Introducing my woman to women (Yeah)
And talk 'em both outta they denim (Huh)
I want Wraith or a Phantom
I put myself in the latest fashion
I'm been working, no romancing
Kill everything, let lord have 'em (Badda boom)
Been tryna build and you doing nothing
Broke before, I'm done strugglin' (Strugglin')
Tax 'em, 'cause I don't see 'em often
Out the mud, like I dug up a coffin
Bad lil' bitch, gimme a kid
Real trap nigga, fuck a gig
I drip too much, gon' need a bib
I keep them pounds outside the crib
Work from eight to ten
So nigga you know what it is
How you get them diamonds?
From the fucking mud, ya dig!
(Hey man, hey man)
(Hahaha, hey man)
(Haha, you got two minutes man)
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Writer(s): O'neil Brown
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