MuddPie

Yeah
Yeahhh
Yeah
Bitch
Damn orka that's a big wave
Why yo shit so muddy
Spilled wok on my microphone
Break yo fucking ankles pussy boy
I don't like yo bones
Kick her out the whip lil bitch I don't like yo tone
Butterfly double Dutch VV stones
I be stoned

You come home I'm waiting in yo kitchen
Chris Hansen
Every single time I make money
You catch rick dancing
Rick Owens yeah these some nice pants
Pape long and my stick got a
Extension
Yeah
And not mention
Big weight on these bars
I'm just bench pressing
Big weight on the bag
I ain't been stressing
Yeah
Bitch
Cuz I just been smoking
Say they smoking Runtz haha
Yeah they been joking
Say he made a punch haha
Yeah he been broke
I could punch one time and
And bust yo whole shit open
Purple wok
Bitch I'm drinking witch potion
Big glock on me
Yeah I'm stick toting
Wrist motion

Yeah
That's a hunnid eighty degrees
Flowing so much I'm just making a breeze
Float one boat
Flip it make me some cheese
Float on the water
They be thinking I'm Jesus
Jesus fucking Christ
Look at my body bitch
Holy fucking ice

Yeah
Bitch I been had it
Way before a stimmy check
Tragic
Took yo bitch and made her gimme neck
Semi tech
Let go of the wheel and I ain't crash
God won't lemme wreck
Am I boss do I got paper
Lemme check
Yep
Hop up on the beat and I do rep
Run up for the check I hit left
Then I hit right
Stand up guy
You a bitch
That don't sit right
Dollar bill giver
lil bitch
You don't tip right

I don't tip right
I'll tip a whole band
I'm with yo bitch like
I won't even hold hands
Thought I flipped a brick
lil bitch I sold the whole pan
Talking like who is Rick
we know you a whole fan

Yeah you a straight cheeser
Old head ass
Yeah you a straight geezer
Look at my wrist bitch
A straight freezer
You can't even smoke
You a straight wheezer
Wockhardt
Fucking 8 liter
Money tall
Fucking
8 feeter
Hot boy
Space heater
I mean
Burner on me
Space heater
I mean
You ain't got it
You a fake eater
Robin with a1 stains
Lil bitch I'm a steak eater
All I do is see money
I'm a pape greeter
Pockets full
Bitch check the pape meter
Smoking holy fuck
All I do is taste ether
Gas
I'm a bass seeker
I'm a cake fiender
2 glocks
Bitch imma
Aw shit imma tag teamer
Imma bag schemer
My bag meaner
Step and it's a bath
My swag cleaner
Hold up do the math
I made twenty off a 'teener
I walk around with bats
Like I'm puffing Derek jeeter
I could see the future
I'm a fucking tarot reader

You don't even know a thing
You smoking pinners lil bitch
I'm just smoking kings
Jesus fucking Christ
Look at my body bitch
Holy fucking ice
I'm blowing holy fucking ISIS
Bomb shit
What the fuck you saying
I don't like it



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Writer(s): Dillon Coffin
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