Mud Baby
Mud baby like we slid up out them mudslides
Came from them trenches
Like we battled
On the front lines
They want this life because
They that it's a joyride
Baby I just make this shit look
Sweet & show my fun side
Why you mad hoe?
Cause I'm shooting and I'm scorin
Oh you think it's a joke
It ain't no pay ain't
No performance
Ima
Show you where the doo is
Ain't no freebies over here
See a muthafuckin boss
Erytime I look in the mirror
Ima Boss Bitch
Iont care about the cost
All this sauce is drippin off me
Bitches wanna lick it off
Flo so sick it make you cough
I'm so fire make you sizzle
Get to playing with ya feelings
Like hey little fiddle fiddle
5'3, but lil mama pack a punch
I barely escaped the slums
Xcuse me if I'm kinda rough
Either love me or you hate me
But I know it's either one
Thank you for all the attention but
It still don't make me none
Down bad, I was fat
They made me think I was ugly
Fast forward five years
Suddenly everybody love me
Now I'm best friend, hey sis
Lil cousin. I done said it once before
And now again aye you ont know me
I ain't shorty, I ain't brody
Not yo muthafucking homie
Not to many that I trust so
I be rocking to my lonely
I'ma smooth talker
But drop buckets like I'm Kobe
Lost some real ones to the
Tragedies of fuckin 2020
Reached out for help
But I did this myself
Y'all was busy shittin roses
Now you wish you never slept
I made a vow to my family
Bout the only one that I kept
Ima take us all up out the trenches
And put KC on the map
Mud baby like we slid up out them mudslides
Came from them trenches
Like we battled
On the front lines
They want this life because
They that it's a joyride
Baby I just make this shit look
Sweet & show my fun side
Why you mad hoe
Cause I'm shooting and
I'm scorin
Oh you think it's a joke
It ain't no pay ain't
No performance
Ima
Show you where the doo is
Ain't no freebies over here
See a muthafuckin boss
Everytime I look in the mirror
Ima Boss Bitch
Iont care about the cost
All this sauce is drippin off me
Bitches wanna lick it off
Flo so sick it make you cough
I'm so fire make you sizzle
Get to playing with ya feelings
Like hey little fiddle fiddle
I be freaking shit so good
You think it's nasty
I'ma boss you only find me
Where the cash be
I'm so in love with myself
Bitches can't stand me
Don't worry bout ya nigga
It's okay, ma he can't have me
I been acting on my visions
Strictly running up a check
Ain't gone lie you'll see me trip
But you won't never see me sweat
Too busy running it up
To be concerned about the next
You won't like the conversation if
I'm sensing disrespect
And I can't stop, won't stop
Steady on the grind
I'm sure these hoes is mad
But y'all ain't even on my mind
And you need to get ya mans
Cause he steady on my line
If you ain't all about me
Then ima drop you like a dime
Said what I said
And I swear ima stand on it
Been through the struggle
But you can't tell how i'm wearing it
Where i'm from we ont
Like all of that staring shit
Like Moneybagg baby
I got dat Money and married it
*Insert iphone ringone*
Gotta go, another bag callin'
And I gotta take it
With that, ion't want
No damn problems
Riding for my fam
I can't hear you
What you saying bout em?
Put yaself in danger
If you ever think I'm playing bout em
Mud baby like we slid up out them mudslides
Came from them trenches like
We battled
On the front lines
They want this life because
They that it's a joyride
Baby I just make this shit look
Sweet & show my fun side
Why you mad hoe?
Cause I'm shooting and I'm scorin
Oh you think it's a joke
It ain't no pay ain't
No performance
Ima
Show you where the doo is
Ain't no freebies over here
See a muthafuckin boss
Erytime I look in the mirror
Ima Boss Bitch
Iont care about the cost
All this sauce is drippin off me
Bitches wanna lick it off
Flo so sick it make you cough
I'm so fire make you sizzle
Get to playing with ya feelings
Like hey little fiddle fiddle
Came from them trenches
Like we battled
On the front lines
They want this life because
They that it's a joyride
Baby I just make this shit look
Sweet & show my fun side
Why you mad hoe?
Cause I'm shooting and I'm scorin
Oh you think it's a joke
It ain't no pay ain't
No performance
Ima
Show you where the doo is
Ain't no freebies over here
See a muthafuckin boss
Erytime I look in the mirror
Ima Boss Bitch
Iont care about the cost
All this sauce is drippin off me
Bitches wanna lick it off
Flo so sick it make you cough
I'm so fire make you sizzle
Get to playing with ya feelings
Like hey little fiddle fiddle
5'3, but lil mama pack a punch
I barely escaped the slums
Xcuse me if I'm kinda rough
Either love me or you hate me
But I know it's either one
Thank you for all the attention but
It still don't make me none
Down bad, I was fat
They made me think I was ugly
Fast forward five years
Suddenly everybody love me
Now I'm best friend, hey sis
Lil cousin. I done said it once before
And now again aye you ont know me
I ain't shorty, I ain't brody
Not yo muthafucking homie
Not to many that I trust so
I be rocking to my lonely
I'ma smooth talker
But drop buckets like I'm Kobe
Lost some real ones to the
Tragedies of fuckin 2020
Reached out for help
But I did this myself
Y'all was busy shittin roses
Now you wish you never slept
I made a vow to my family
Bout the only one that I kept
Ima take us all up out the trenches
And put KC on the map
Mud baby like we slid up out them mudslides
Came from them trenches
Like we battled
On the front lines
They want this life because
They that it's a joyride
Baby I just make this shit look
Sweet & show my fun side
Why you mad hoe
Cause I'm shooting and
I'm scorin
Oh you think it's a joke
It ain't no pay ain't
No performance
Ima
Show you where the doo is
Ain't no freebies over here
See a muthafuckin boss
Everytime I look in the mirror
Ima Boss Bitch
Iont care about the cost
All this sauce is drippin off me
Bitches wanna lick it off
Flo so sick it make you cough
I'm so fire make you sizzle
Get to playing with ya feelings
Like hey little fiddle fiddle
I be freaking shit so good
You think it's nasty
I'ma boss you only find me
Where the cash be
I'm so in love with myself
Bitches can't stand me
Don't worry bout ya nigga
It's okay, ma he can't have me
I been acting on my visions
Strictly running up a check
Ain't gone lie you'll see me trip
But you won't never see me sweat
Too busy running it up
To be concerned about the next
You won't like the conversation if
I'm sensing disrespect
And I can't stop, won't stop
Steady on the grind
I'm sure these hoes is mad
But y'all ain't even on my mind
And you need to get ya mans
Cause he steady on my line
If you ain't all about me
Then ima drop you like a dime
Said what I said
And I swear ima stand on it
Been through the struggle
But you can't tell how i'm wearing it
Where i'm from we ont
Like all of that staring shit
Like Moneybagg baby
I got dat Money and married it
*Insert iphone ringone*
Gotta go, another bag callin'
And I gotta take it
With that, ion't want
No damn problems
Riding for my fam
I can't hear you
What you saying bout em?
Put yaself in danger
If you ever think I'm playing bout em
Mud baby like we slid up out them mudslides
Came from them trenches like
We battled
On the front lines
They want this life because
They that it's a joyride
Baby I just make this shit look
Sweet & show my fun side
Why you mad hoe?
Cause I'm shooting and I'm scorin
Oh you think it's a joke
It ain't no pay ain't
No performance
Ima
Show you where the doo is
Ain't no freebies over here
See a muthafuckin boss
Erytime I look in the mirror
Ima Boss Bitch
Iont care about the cost
All this sauce is drippin off me
Bitches wanna lick it off
Flo so sick it make you cough
I'm so fire make you sizzle
Get to playing with ya feelings
Like hey little fiddle fiddle
Credits
Writer(s): Stormi Rose
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