Mudd Baby Freestyle
Nigga make me mad and now my pole is getting madder
Spinning through your block I'm taking notes I'm watching cameras
Talking all that shit little boy I bet not catch you lacking
Mani told me chill little bro just worry about the back end
But I was born to drill so if it happen then it happen
Fuck it don't matter all our pockets getting fatter
But if he try to play I send him up to meet my grandma
I know which bro to call he pulling up it never matter
Me and him together if we want him we gone get him
Ima bad influence I turn robbers into steppers
Bitch know ima dog but I'm expensive like a frenchie
Bro pour up the lean and he just pulled up in a Bentley
Every time i shoot can't help but leave it empty My Grandma call me said i heard some shots and I heard plenty
I told her it was fireworks I'm good thank you for checking
Surrounded by some bosses they gone put me in position
I ain't never snake a nigga that was really with me
N-H-O to M-B-M they know I'm never switching
Bro had wanted perks so I just pulled up on Givenchy
Remember we was in the county now we counting up them Benji's
Heard he want him dead so I told bro just get the renty
Swear these niggas pussy might be time to send a message
If he made it home when Brodie shot him it's a blessing
Posted at his crib way more than him thought niggas stepping
Yatchs coming in and I ain't talking bout a boat
Perks or the Za what u want let me know
Bro was in the feds so he hate talking on the phone
Nigga moving sloppy get from round me got to go
Bro u know I love you I can't tell you bout a killing
Can't put it past nobody nigga everybody snitching
Don't take that shit no type of way don't get up in your feelings
You know I got a daughter I ain't leaving niggas tripping
I was doing drills and coming home to changing pampers
My baby girl she ain't the only girl that call me daddy
My favorite bitch a freak that pussy tight and she a dancer
If bro wasn't there to stop would've left him in Atlanta
I'm cooling I be chilling now it's time to get these millions
When Mani Rico Fetti Bank and 40 talk I listen
Cause I know they true intentions they just want to see me winning
I thought she wanted me she wanted him but I ain't trippin
He could be your bae I'll be your side play my position
Let him cut the check cause I ain't spending on these bitches
Just call me when he tripping I'll come get you out your feelings
She know that Ima Gangsta want nobody in my business
So when you let me fuck won't tell them nothing I ain't snitching
Spinning through your block I'm taking notes I'm watching cameras
Talking all that shit little boy I bet not catch you lacking
Mani told me chill little bro just worry about the back end
But I was born to drill so if it happen then it happen
Fuck it don't matter all our pockets getting fatter
But if he try to play I send him up to meet my grandma
I know which bro to call he pulling up it never matter
Me and him together if we want him we gone get him
Ima bad influence I turn robbers into steppers
Bitch know ima dog but I'm expensive like a frenchie
Bro pour up the lean and he just pulled up in a Bentley
Every time i shoot can't help but leave it empty My Grandma call me said i heard some shots and I heard plenty
I told her it was fireworks I'm good thank you for checking
Surrounded by some bosses they gone put me in position
I ain't never snake a nigga that was really with me
N-H-O to M-B-M they know I'm never switching
Bro had wanted perks so I just pulled up on Givenchy
Remember we was in the county now we counting up them Benji's
Heard he want him dead so I told bro just get the renty
Swear these niggas pussy might be time to send a message
If he made it home when Brodie shot him it's a blessing
Posted at his crib way more than him thought niggas stepping
Yatchs coming in and I ain't talking bout a boat
Perks or the Za what u want let me know
Bro was in the feds so he hate talking on the phone
Nigga moving sloppy get from round me got to go
Bro u know I love you I can't tell you bout a killing
Can't put it past nobody nigga everybody snitching
Don't take that shit no type of way don't get up in your feelings
You know I got a daughter I ain't leaving niggas tripping
I was doing drills and coming home to changing pampers
My baby girl she ain't the only girl that call me daddy
My favorite bitch a freak that pussy tight and she a dancer
If bro wasn't there to stop would've left him in Atlanta
I'm cooling I be chilling now it's time to get these millions
When Mani Rico Fetti Bank and 40 talk I listen
Cause I know they true intentions they just want to see me winning
I thought she wanted me she wanted him but I ain't trippin
He could be your bae I'll be your side play my position
Let him cut the check cause I ain't spending on these bitches
Just call me when he tripping I'll come get you out your feelings
She know that Ima Gangsta want nobody in my business
So when you let me fuck won't tell them nothing I ain't snitching
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Marrero
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