PULL UP (WHERE THE MUD BE)
Where the mud be?
Black kid could just pull up on ya, uh
They don't like me
That's okay cuz I'm better than ya, uh
Yeah, I'm celibate
Yeah, I'm selling that shit
Yeah, I'm selling bricks, uh
Where the mud be?
Black kid could just pull up on ya
Take your shit, flip it for a hunnid
Yeah, they always so abrasive
Black kids always corner huddle
While they plan on the next, what the fuck, uh
I've been making so much money from this shit
White girls get the better of a nigga
Like I'm Maybelline
I'ma switch on you niggas like I'm Charlize, uh
Can't talk to the band 'bout this shit
Me and my brothers I love 'em and shit
But my ego is big, how I tell 'em I'm done with this shit?
Where the mud be?
Black kid could just pull up on ya, uh
They don't like me
That's okay cuz I'm better than ya, uh
Yeah, I'm celibate
Yeah, I'm selling that shit
Yeah, I'm selling bricks, uh
Where the mud be?
Black kid could just pull up on ya
Where the mud be? (Yo)
Black kids from the hood, where the thugs be?
Rebel youth, uncouth, it's a coup
Never 'bout the hate, we reside where the love be
Shawty lovely, she said she love me
Pretty boys but you know we movin' ugly
Put it on my god, son of God, nigga, Zeus
Rocking the Moncler with the birds, no duckling
Shawty a fed, baby don't wanna cuff me
It's designer, the duffy suit and tie with the cufflinks
I'm in my head, let me call up my cousins
I might roll up with something, and I ain't trippin' on nothing
I'm with my folk and we fly by the function (yo)
Just pour me somthin', I don't wanna hear assumptions
I'm makin' movies, it's mafia, Scarface
I'm in the game like controllers and cartridge (yeesh)
We gettin' money, rich or poor, it's regardless (sheesh)
We gettin' money, if it's war, then we heartless
(War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless)
(War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless)
(War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless)
(War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless)
(War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless)
(War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless)
(War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless)
(War, then we heartless)
Pressure, too much pressure
Black kid could just pull up on ya, uh
They don't like me
That's okay cuz I'm better than ya, uh
Yeah, I'm celibate
Yeah, I'm selling that shit
Yeah, I'm selling bricks, uh
Where the mud be?
Black kid could just pull up on ya
Take your shit, flip it for a hunnid
Yeah, they always so abrasive
Black kids always corner huddle
While they plan on the next, what the fuck, uh
I've been making so much money from this shit
White girls get the better of a nigga
Like I'm Maybelline
I'ma switch on you niggas like I'm Charlize, uh
Can't talk to the band 'bout this shit
Me and my brothers I love 'em and shit
But my ego is big, how I tell 'em I'm done with this shit?
Where the mud be?
Black kid could just pull up on ya, uh
They don't like me
That's okay cuz I'm better than ya, uh
Yeah, I'm celibate
Yeah, I'm selling that shit
Yeah, I'm selling bricks, uh
Where the mud be?
Black kid could just pull up on ya
Where the mud be? (Yo)
Black kids from the hood, where the thugs be?
Rebel youth, uncouth, it's a coup
Never 'bout the hate, we reside where the love be
Shawty lovely, she said she love me
Pretty boys but you know we movin' ugly
Put it on my god, son of God, nigga, Zeus
Rocking the Moncler with the birds, no duckling
Shawty a fed, baby don't wanna cuff me
It's designer, the duffy suit and tie with the cufflinks
I'm in my head, let me call up my cousins
I might roll up with something, and I ain't trippin' on nothing
I'm with my folk and we fly by the function (yo)
Just pour me somthin', I don't wanna hear assumptions
I'm makin' movies, it's mafia, Scarface
I'm in the game like controllers and cartridge (yeesh)
We gettin' money, rich or poor, it's regardless (sheesh)
We gettin' money, if it's war, then we heartless
(War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless)
(War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless)
(War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless)
(War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless)
(War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless)
(War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless)
(War, then we heartless, war, then we heartless)
(War, then we heartless)
Pressure, too much pressure
Credits
Writer(s): Ntsika Bungane, Matthew Guy Burgess, James Smith, Andrew Ian Oliver, Tokelo Moyakhe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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