Out the Mud

24 hours, nigga, 7 days a week

Me, I don't get tired

I let you other niggas sleep

Turn up for that check

And yeah I get it out the streets

Hustle like I'm starving

Going hard, I gotta eat

I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah)

I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Watch how I break my wrist

Make that water whip

Stretch it out, then flip

I'm all about my chips

Turn up in 2 seconds

Get it with music and coke, what I'm stretching

Across the street under a bando

And here with your ho, could get her to go fetch it (Here boy)

On the scale, but I call her the ruler

And that's what I'm using my method to measure

Got her jumping up out of the party

My clique-ity clucking surrounding my property

I meant to say my clientickity

Numbers official retickity

Out the mud, nobody did shit for me

Arrogant often I'm bigity

All about money, like what done got into me

Breaking down bricks and we blowing good Say you ain't feeling me, outta try killing me

Neighborhood love me, it's hard to get rid of me

My baby mothers are sick of me

I put that dick on 'em

Now they ridiculously saying, that when I don't come in I'm with a freak bitch

I've been chasing my paper religiously

I'm really in the street, others pretend to be

Let me get off of my grind then No one repeatedly coming and getting me out the mud

I'm the epitome

Money coming, my money gotta flip it

I ain't waiting on nobody, I'm a go get it

I ain't tripping on a nigga, I'm a gorilla

Somebody take something from me, I'm gonna go kill 'em

Trap with my heart and I'm serving out the window

Barely balled up, with a curtain on the window

Face card worth a lot of bands in the hood

Had to leave the dice game, got a bond out Sunday coming up, pull the cars out

Look, another 20 grand, but my girl called me

Put bail, what the hell got all y'all shook

Poo hit the line in the drop

Plug went dry, had to take another route

Pulling up, getting it

I done went sickening

Drop no whip, and a nigga gon' vouch (vouch)

Another 4K just stuffed in the couch

Promise I ain't tryna swag, I just got a lot of that

Anybody try me, I'm a put 'em in a body bag

Follow that, copy that

Pounds in the garbage bag

Backed in the bank, y'all leaving after driving that

Call 'em back Chill, no falling back

Quicker than I got it, then I done ran out of that

harder than bitch, they gon want all of that