Muddy
I was sellin lines of the muddy
Wasn't a kin of mine it was cutty
Held the trap down in a flurry
J's comin in don't worry
Phone start ringing serve Melvin
Spun the block went to serve Ms Nancy
Had to stop servin Miss. Lisa, told aunty heard work for the police
Had hoop dreams won't workin
On the block played corner like stop sign
I was robbin in the hood so my stock raise
When the junk taste the work make em wake up
All my raps true story I don't fake none
I bust on her face when we locked eyes
She want Ruth Chris at Popeyes
Told the lil bitch i don't cuddle I'm treeshy
Bitch i don't cuddle I'm treeshy
I was sellin lines of the muddy
Wasn't a kin of mine it was cutty
Held the trap down in a flurry
J's comin in don't worry
Phone start ringing serve Melvin
Spun the block went to serve Ms Nancy
Had to stop servin Miss. Lisa, told aunty heard work for the police
Yeah
Let's go!
Demon Tears on better give me my flowers
Always rode the 4, I was raised in the towers
Shawty know I'm real, she ain't fucking no coward
Working in the stu, putting whole lot of hours
Ain't no fun and games, I'ma Shit on my rivals
When I hit the field had to carry that bible
Made my own wave you don't ever see me follow
KG voice, yeah anything possible
Looking like a protest every time we slide through
When you in the streets, you know you gotta stay mindful
Keep my own lane, I don't see nothing beside me
Big shit poppin, nigga ain't shit to it
You ain't feel pain if you ain't been through it
Big shit poppin, nigga ain't shit to it
You ain't feel pain if you ain't been through it
I was sellin lines of the muddy
Wasn't a kin of mine it was cutty
Held the trap down in a flurry
J's comin in don't worry
Phone start ringing serve Melvin
Spun the block went to serve Ms Nancy
Had to stop servin Miss. Lisa, told aunty heard work for the police
Had hoop dreams won't workin
On the block played corner like stop sign
I was robbin in the hood so my stock raise
When the junk taste the work make em wake up
All my raps true story I don't fake none
I bust on her face when we locked eyes
She want Ruth Chris at Popeyes
Told the lil bitch i don't cuddle I'm treeshy
Bitch i don't cuddle I'm treeshy
Wasn't a kin of mine it was cutty
Held the trap down in a flurry
J's comin in don't worry
Phone start ringing serve Melvin
Spun the block went to serve Ms Nancy
Had to stop servin Miss. Lisa, told aunty heard work for the police
Had hoop dreams won't workin
On the block played corner like stop sign
I was robbin in the hood so my stock raise
When the junk taste the work make em wake up
All my raps true story I don't fake none
I bust on her face when we locked eyes
She want Ruth Chris at Popeyes
Told the lil bitch i don't cuddle I'm treeshy
Bitch i don't cuddle I'm treeshy
I was sellin lines of the muddy
Wasn't a kin of mine it was cutty
Held the trap down in a flurry
J's comin in don't worry
Phone start ringing serve Melvin
Spun the block went to serve Ms Nancy
Had to stop servin Miss. Lisa, told aunty heard work for the police
Yeah
Let's go!
Demon Tears on better give me my flowers
Always rode the 4, I was raised in the towers
Shawty know I'm real, she ain't fucking no coward
Working in the stu, putting whole lot of hours
Ain't no fun and games, I'ma Shit on my rivals
When I hit the field had to carry that bible
Made my own wave you don't ever see me follow
KG voice, yeah anything possible
Looking like a protest every time we slide through
When you in the streets, you know you gotta stay mindful
Keep my own lane, I don't see nothing beside me
Big shit poppin, nigga ain't shit to it
You ain't feel pain if you ain't been through it
Big shit poppin, nigga ain't shit to it
You ain't feel pain if you ain't been through it
I was sellin lines of the muddy
Wasn't a kin of mine it was cutty
Held the trap down in a flurry
J's comin in don't worry
Phone start ringing serve Melvin
Spun the block went to serve Ms Nancy
Had to stop servin Miss. Lisa, told aunty heard work for the police
Had hoop dreams won't workin
On the block played corner like stop sign
I was robbin in the hood so my stock raise
When the junk taste the work make em wake up
All my raps true story I don't fake none
I bust on her face when we locked eyes
She want Ruth Chris at Popeyes
Told the lil bitch i don't cuddle I'm treeshy
Bitch i don't cuddle I'm treeshy
Credits
Writer(s): Tre Sellers
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