Out Tha Mud

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June, you're a genius
 Ayy
 I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
 I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
 All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
 And I got extended clips for all these fuck niggas
 I'm straight out the mud, I can't fuck with fuck niggas
 Why he say where he from? I don't give a fuck, nigga
 A lot of y'all switched up on me, I don't trust niggas
 I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga
 Hey, gang slide, gang slide, that's what I was doing last year
 A lot of people say I'm being humble, nigga, this the last year
 Got so many bands, I'm the cashier, hey
 A nigga retired the hats, bitch I can't do no cappin' here
 And I gotta keep the rachet with me
 Take his knee, got 'em callin' Kaepernick
 Puerto rican, she freaky, I bag the bitches
 Migos throw me the pussy I'm dabbin' in it
 I'm a crip nigga but I got to fuck my slimes, hmm, hmm, hey
 Nike headband, got the check right 'round my mind, hmm, hmm
 I just can't fuck with these fuck niggas
 Sniper look like a goose, I can't duck niggas
 I lay down on the pillow with plus three
 Talking 'bout how they all wanna fuck a nigga
 I ain't no likkle nigga, and I ain't no bitch nigga
 My text is a six figures, but I drop that on my whip nigga
 I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
 I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
 All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
 And I got extended clips for all these fuck niggas
 I'm straight out the mud, I can't fuck with fuck niggas
 Why he say where he from? I don't give a fuck, nigga
 A lot of y'all switched up on me, I don't trust niggas
 I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga
 I be like "Fuck that nigga he ain't talkin' no money"
 If it ain't got twenties, fifties, hunnids, I don't love it
 Look at my cup it's double
 Doin' donuts in public
 And codeine one hell of a drug
 Sometimes a nigga gotta gun, it's safer
 Bought a new coupe Ford, I know my baby love it
 Stirrin' the pot like a nigga makin' butter
 Holy water just to flip the face up
 Natural bitches, I'm like "Fuck make up"
 Love my bitches wearing Marc Jacobs
 She poppin' it, I gotta smash
 She trippin' I got her a bag
 I'm crippin' Chanel on the reg'
 I ain't got time for these fuck niggas
 Keep a pistol on me, don't try your luck nigga, hey
 If you ain't gang, nigga I don't fuck with you, hey
 Fuck your kind nigga, you a fuck nigga, hey
 I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
 I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
 All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
 And I got extended clips for all these fuck niggas
 I'm straight out the mud, I can't fuck with fuck niggas
 Why he say where he from? I don't give a fuck, nigga
 A lot of y'all switched up on me, I don't trust niggas
 I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga
 

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Duration
03:32
Key
4
Tempo
130 BPM

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