Out the Mud (feat. Jeree Hundo)

It's Hundo in this jawn
Y'all know how the fuck we coming
Straight like that
All my life I had to hustle
Straight out the mud we don't owe niggas nothing
Black dickies black chuckas
Yeah these niggas know how I'm coming huh
If you want smoke then you know I'm going mash it
6 feet under put you right in a casket
Poof you gone
Just like magic
Poof you gone
Just like magic

I turned a half to an ounce
Look at the trap man that shit really bounce
Scrapping the pot you know everything counts
You either stacking or you starving
And I ain't hungry cause I just ate
Skinny dude but I gain weight
Make your move before it's too late
Fuck all that love cause that Shit be fake
I was taught to make your own plate
First of the month got my phone ringing
Early morning got the birds singing
I gotta get to this bag
Niggas be watching they mad
Big drip when you see me I drag
Fuck once then you know that I pass
Fuck once then you know that I pass it
I'm tatted up cause I like the pain
Niggas Pussy they can't even hang
Get in a jam then you know they sang
We spending the block
We toting them glocks
Swear to god I'm never gone stop
Play with me the your ass getting popped
Shut him down then we opening up shop
Shut him down then we opening up shop
I'm living everyday like it's my last
Big four five niggas get blasted
Walk em down yeah I'm right on his ass
When a drill no need for a mask
Remember days I was coming in last
But fuck that I'm coming in first
By any mean put your ass in the dirt
Get your son before he really get hurt
Niggas can't ball with the big dogs
Get that work then I'm sending it right off
In the streets I ain't got no chill
Grinding hard trying to touch a mill
30 on me nigga fuck a pill
Aim for the head cause I gotta kill
In these streets man this shit get real
In these streets man this shit get real
I caring my strap can't lack
If you run bullets hit in your back
These niggas they know I'm the one
Play no games this shit ain't for fun
One shot and you done
You better not scream you better not run
One shot and you done
You better not scream you better not run

All my life I had to hustle
Straight out the mud we don't owe niggas nothing
Black Dickies black chuckas
Yeah these niggas know how I'm coming huh
If you want smoke then you know I'm going mash it
6 feet under put you right in a casket
Poof you gone
Just like magic
Poof you gone
Just like magic



Credits
Writer(s): Tahir Ryant
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