Muddy
Uh, uh uh uh
I'm on that mufuckin' kill shit
I'm finna mufuckin' kill uh
I'm finna, uh
Lessgo
Jay, pick up
Sippin' on wock and I'm sippin' on triss
See me in public I fuck on yo bitch
See me in public I'm real hard to miss
I'm sippin' so much I got lean in my piss
I'm poppin' these percs I feel like I can't stop
I'm popping these bitches feel like imma drop
That nigga talk funny I went got the mop
Got yo hoe in my phone that bitch name is free top
Not Youngboy, nigga talk shit then that nigga a dumb boy
My hollows gon' find you no you cannot run boy
Nigga know that I'm coming he pray like a nun boy
I feel like I'm Aubrey I stay wit' a Drac
Or a Glock Nineteen
She can't leave me alone that lil' bitch she a fiend
Had to kick that hoe out
That lil' bitch took my lean
She say when I fuck her it feel like a dream
Do this shit by my lonely I don't need a team
Told that nigga stop hatin' it don't help you grow
Got this bitch on my hip and this shit finna blow
My shooter a racer he always on go
My shooter gorilla he always on ape shit
I don't ask when I want nigga I just go take shit
I don't fuck wit' these niggas they always on fake shit
I feel like I'm Tyler cuz' I just create shit
I call my hoe Brent, cuz' she got that fye-ass
My plug is on speed dial, he got that fye gas
Coupe got subwoofers boy I got that fye bass
Coupe switching lanes and I think that I might crash
Sippin' on wock and that shit make me crazy
Sippin' on act and that shit make me lazy
Sippin' on triss and my vision go hazy
That nigga so soft so the gang call him Daisy
I took his lil' hoe now that nigga be goin' through it
He gave the blick to a nigga he know won't do it
I got something to prove so a nigga be goin' stupid
I feel like I'm Polo cuz' I'm finna be something
He giving me methods I told him to keep 'em
Do this shit by my lonely I'm never gon' need nun
Nigga hating cuz' he know he won't be nun
Niggas hating cuz' they think it's a trend
I swear imma be up boy I'm finna win
We smokin' yo dead mans that boy ain't gon' spin
I feel like I'm Curry I shoot ten for ten
Or twenty for twenty or thirty for thirty
Got mud in my cup and this shit lookin' dirty
The opps got my lo' but a nigga not worried
My neck and my wrist so cold look like McFlurry
I stay playing defense, feel like D. Murray
I feel like I'm Yeat, cuz' bitch I deserve it
Sit in the coupe feel like Yeat finna swerve it
I'm feeling like Yeat cuz' I'm rockin' a turban
He keep tryna be me he cannot stop lurkin'
I stay by myself nigga I just be workin'
Got yo bitch in my phone and that hoe she be twerking
I feel like I'm 10k I'm dunkin' and scorin'
In a couple of years I'll be foreign and touring
In a couple of years I'll be far from the low end
Fuckin yo bitch and I'm pulling her sew-in
I'm sippin' on wock and that shit make me crazy
Sippin on act' and that shit make me lazy
Sippin' on triss and my vision get hazy
We know he a bitch so the gang call him Daisy
I'm on that mufuckin' kill shit
I'm finna mufuckin' kill, uh
I'm finna, uh
I'm finna mufuckin' kill shit
I'm on that mufuckin' kill shit
I'm finna mufuckin' kill shit
I'm finna
Kill shit
I'm on that mufuckin' kill shit
I'm finna mufuckin' kill uh
I'm finna, uh
Lessgo
Jay, pick up
Sippin' on wock and I'm sippin' on triss
See me in public I fuck on yo bitch
See me in public I'm real hard to miss
I'm sippin' so much I got lean in my piss
I'm poppin' these percs I feel like I can't stop
I'm popping these bitches feel like imma drop
That nigga talk funny I went got the mop
Got yo hoe in my phone that bitch name is free top
Not Youngboy, nigga talk shit then that nigga a dumb boy
My hollows gon' find you no you cannot run boy
Nigga know that I'm coming he pray like a nun boy
I feel like I'm Aubrey I stay wit' a Drac
Or a Glock Nineteen
She can't leave me alone that lil' bitch she a fiend
Had to kick that hoe out
That lil' bitch took my lean
She say when I fuck her it feel like a dream
Do this shit by my lonely I don't need a team
Told that nigga stop hatin' it don't help you grow
Got this bitch on my hip and this shit finna blow
My shooter a racer he always on go
My shooter gorilla he always on ape shit
I don't ask when I want nigga I just go take shit
I don't fuck wit' these niggas they always on fake shit
I feel like I'm Tyler cuz' I just create shit
I call my hoe Brent, cuz' she got that fye-ass
My plug is on speed dial, he got that fye gas
Coupe got subwoofers boy I got that fye bass
Coupe switching lanes and I think that I might crash
Sippin' on wock and that shit make me crazy
Sippin' on act and that shit make me lazy
Sippin' on triss and my vision go hazy
That nigga so soft so the gang call him Daisy
I took his lil' hoe now that nigga be goin' through it
He gave the blick to a nigga he know won't do it
I got something to prove so a nigga be goin' stupid
I feel like I'm Polo cuz' I'm finna be something
He giving me methods I told him to keep 'em
Do this shit by my lonely I'm never gon' need nun
Nigga hating cuz' he know he won't be nun
Niggas hating cuz' they think it's a trend
I swear imma be up boy I'm finna win
We smokin' yo dead mans that boy ain't gon' spin
I feel like I'm Curry I shoot ten for ten
Or twenty for twenty or thirty for thirty
Got mud in my cup and this shit lookin' dirty
The opps got my lo' but a nigga not worried
My neck and my wrist so cold look like McFlurry
I stay playing defense, feel like D. Murray
I feel like I'm Yeat, cuz' bitch I deserve it
Sit in the coupe feel like Yeat finna swerve it
I'm feeling like Yeat cuz' I'm rockin' a turban
He keep tryna be me he cannot stop lurkin'
I stay by myself nigga I just be workin'
Got yo bitch in my phone and that hoe she be twerking
I feel like I'm 10k I'm dunkin' and scorin'
In a couple of years I'll be foreign and touring
In a couple of years I'll be far from the low end
Fuckin yo bitch and I'm pulling her sew-in
I'm sippin' on wock and that shit make me crazy
Sippin on act' and that shit make me lazy
Sippin' on triss and my vision get hazy
We know he a bitch so the gang call him Daisy
I'm on that mufuckin' kill shit
I'm finna mufuckin' kill, uh
I'm finna, uh
I'm finna mufuckin' kill shit
I'm on that mufuckin' kill shit
I'm finna mufuckin' kill shit
I'm finna
Kill shit
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Writer(s): Jari Dean
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