Mud Brotherz

Yeah, yeah

What makes you family is loyalty
Fuck the blood

Own family don't fuck wit' me
It is what it is, and it was what it was

Can't call you my brother
Unless we made it out the mud, and wiped the dirt off
Now we fucking hoes for fun
(Yeah)

Under the sun, I'm safe
Let go of my childish ways
No matter what it is, I'm feeling straight
(Yeah)

Used to be stuck on hoes, now I'm stuck on this paper
Why worry about a bitch, when I can worry about her later

Hoe called me two times, tell that bitch get off my phone
Fuck bitches, get money that's exactly what I'm on

Hoe tried to get me to cry over her
But I ain't doing that shit no more
My heart getting cold
Had to turn that bitch to stone

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Got it out the mud, got it out the street
(Lil' nigga)

Fuck everybody else, it's only me
(Lil' nigga)

That lil' bitch you love, she for the team
(Lil' nigga)

My bitch saying that I'm the one
I'm waiting on my time to come
You gon' either go for anything or stand for some

Yo' bitch takin' pictures of me with her camera
I told you plenty of times, that I'm from Atlanta
(Bruh)
Yeah, yeah
Fuck you say
Fuck you talking 'bout
Get the K
Fuck the hate
I don't want the love
Nigga talking to me crazy
Nigga talking to me tough
When the nigga talking I don't give a fuck
He gon' keep on talking, he running out of luck

What makes you family is loyalty
Fuck the blood

Own family don't fuck wit' me
It is what it is, and it was what it was

Can't call you my brother
Unless we made it out the mud, and wiped the dirt off
Now we fucking hoes for fun
(Yeah)

Under the sun, I'm safe
Let go of my childish ways
No matter what it is, I'm feeling straight
(Yeah)

Used to be stuck on hoes, now I'm stuck on this paper
Why worry about a bitch, when I can worry about her later

I got the Drack
And if he talking that boy gone get hit in his face

I put the mask on, I beat the case

Fucking a bad bitch, pulling on lace
And if it's a race, I come in first place
(Aye)

That pussy is broke
He won't go, band for band

If we miss our target
Spin back again, clap again

We catching him lackin'
And he run like it's track again

Say the wrong words
You get slapped, with the front and the back of my hand

The back of my hand like a pimp
Fucking with me, put him in the sky like a blimp

Sipping on lean made me walk with a limp
Bitch I ain't fucking unless you look like Kim
(Kim Kardashian)



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Writer(s): Jontae W.
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