Out the Mud
I done got it out the mud
Where I'm from it aint no love
But they love you when you up
Big gold big guns
Sold units out the trunk
Me and my niggas really up
I done got it out the mud
I done got it out the mud
Yeah I done got it out the mud
I done got it out the mud
I done got it out the mud
Yeah I done got it out the mud
Out the mud out the trunk
All my niggas really up
She ain't never had a real one feel my vibe she give it up
Big guns toolied up
Niggas can't sit with us
Any Disrespect the ambulance gone have to pick you up
Got some grams on my neck
Got bout 30 in the clip
Having fun with this shit
While you ain't never took a risk
Use to really dream about it now I'm really having shit
I was grinding getting rich
While you was lost about a bitch
Stack it up and spend some more
Playing chess and moving low
End the conversation fast if nigga ain't talking dough
Knaw we don't pillow talk knaw we don't sugar coat
Coldest nigga coming out the inland let these niggas know
Got to win fuck defeat
Stayed committed to the streets
Dedicated to the fee
My nigga yous a hoe to me
Every day I'm getting to it tell me what the fuck is sleep
Never heard of you niggas i know you niggas heard of me
I done got it out the mud
Where I'm from it aint no love
But they love you when you up
Big gold big guns
Sold units out the trunk
Me and my niggas really up
I done got it out the mud
I done got it out the mud
Yeah I done got it out the mud
I done got it out the mud
I done got it out the mud
Yeah I done got it out the mud
Fuck being humble wit it cause they gone talk any way
Digital dash push start whipping getting paid
Y'all should of took advantage when we was on our lil break
For all you niggas tryna catch up dawg y'all hella late
All that sneak dissing y'all doing dawg y'all hell a lame
Y'all Use to be around us too that make y'all hell of fake
He said he gone do what yea right okay
Ain't never lacking keep it grimey like seccombe lake
Bad bitches in my dm i just leave on read
The same bitches you be tricking on giving bread
Bouji nigga basic bitches can't give me head
I got bread now don't make me put it on yo head
Basic nigga but my bitch got expensive taste
Mix the Loui with givenchy with a slim waist
It's crazy how they shake yo hand but they feel a way
The 40 in her purse if you don't see it on my waist
Where I'm from it aint no love
But they love you when you up
Big gold big guns
Sold units out the trunk
Me and my niggas really up
I done got it out the mud
I done got it out the mud
Yeah I done got it out the mud
I done got it out the mud
I done got it out the mud
Yeah I done got it out the mud
Out the mud out the trunk
All my niggas really up
She ain't never had a real one feel my vibe she give it up
Big guns toolied up
Niggas can't sit with us
Any Disrespect the ambulance gone have to pick you up
Got some grams on my neck
Got bout 30 in the clip
Having fun with this shit
While you ain't never took a risk
Use to really dream about it now I'm really having shit
I was grinding getting rich
While you was lost about a bitch
Stack it up and spend some more
Playing chess and moving low
End the conversation fast if nigga ain't talking dough
Knaw we don't pillow talk knaw we don't sugar coat
Coldest nigga coming out the inland let these niggas know
Got to win fuck defeat
Stayed committed to the streets
Dedicated to the fee
My nigga yous a hoe to me
Every day I'm getting to it tell me what the fuck is sleep
Never heard of you niggas i know you niggas heard of me
I done got it out the mud
Where I'm from it aint no love
But they love you when you up
Big gold big guns
Sold units out the trunk
Me and my niggas really up
I done got it out the mud
I done got it out the mud
Yeah I done got it out the mud
I done got it out the mud
I done got it out the mud
Yeah I done got it out the mud
Fuck being humble wit it cause they gone talk any way
Digital dash push start whipping getting paid
Y'all should of took advantage when we was on our lil break
For all you niggas tryna catch up dawg y'all hella late
All that sneak dissing y'all doing dawg y'all hell a lame
Y'all Use to be around us too that make y'all hell of fake
He said he gone do what yea right okay
Ain't never lacking keep it grimey like seccombe lake
Bad bitches in my dm i just leave on read
The same bitches you be tricking on giving bread
Bouji nigga basic bitches can't give me head
I got bread now don't make me put it on yo head
Basic nigga but my bitch got expensive taste
Mix the Loui with givenchy with a slim waist
It's crazy how they shake yo hand but they feel a way
The 40 in her purse if you don't see it on my waist
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Writer(s): Anthony Ford
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