Mudd Bruddas

Yeah (Ayy yo, that's Nick)
 You was worried 'bout me pourin' up
 I was worried 'bout you goin' up
 I ain't wanna go public with you
 'Cause I was worried 'bout you goin' up, oh
 And I break bread with my niggas, for sure
 We ain't blood bruddas, we mudd bruddas, for sure
 Why you gotta act like this in public and put on a show?
 I spent 5,000 for this chain, so I'm puttin' it on
 How the fuck I ain't do nothin' for you and I put you on?
 Pour my feelings up in my cup, and I go make me a song
 Blue said it's time to get in yo' bag, so I'm finna get in my zone
 We don't fuck with the outsiders, we came up on our own
 My blunt got real ZaZa in it
 My cup got real codeine in it
 Showed you more attention
 Now you talkin' about keepin' your distance
 Tryna stay on my pivot
 You tryna knock my pimpin', uh
 I'm still sippin'
 And it fucked me up when Brenda died
 Poured up a six, and I sat back, cried
 Had a dream of you, I seen you in the sky
 You see the pain in my eyes
 Fucked me up, when I seen you in the sky
 Fucked me up so much, it made me cry
 My blunt got real ZaZa in it
 My cup got real codeine in it
 Showed you more attention
 Now you talkin' about keepin' your distance
 Tryna stay on my pivot
 You tryna knock my pimpin', uh
 I'm still sippin'