Lyrics

I said I came from the mud and I'm really tired of tellin' them That lean had me stuck, so I had to quit the medicine I post up on the block, I had seven for the dub Swear I had the shit on lock, 'cause my brother was the plug And these strippers mad, I won't throw no money in the club I got youngins doin' bids, every month I show 'em love I got hitters like the Cubs, and the killas is my cus' I can't trust none of these niggas, if you with me then they blood Let me tell you how it was, trappin' in the trenches Your nosey ass granny, tell that bitch to mind her business My lil brother grippin', you want that smoke I send 'em I say all my niggas hungry yeah you lookin' just like dinner Straight from the go Feds kick in the door Bussin' the pole all my niggas get low Show me the cash, I give it and go I don't got a vest on, real niggas they know I'm screaming "No Limit" and that's to the grave I work like a slave, I got to get paid 24 hours I'm on serving J's No matter to me that shit got to get made I'm shippin' em out, that means there's never a drought I heard you been runnin' your mouth These bitches is out, I know they here for the clout I just put dick in they mouth You holding like niggas won't enter your house You want some free smoke 'cuz I'm giving it out I get you murked for a little amount I do my dirty, go live in the south When that new shit comin' out? Yeah they thought it was a drought I get that work ain't running out Yeah they thought it was a drought Yeah they thought it was a drought Said they thought it was drought It ain't no real niggas out, so they though it was a drought When that new shit comin' out? Yeah they thought it was a drought I get that work ain't running out Yeah they thought it was a drought Yeah they thought it was a drought Said they thought it was drought It ain't no real niggas out, so they though it was a drought They like "Bibby where you been?" I've been huntin' for the cash All these niggas taste of bitches but I rather taste a bag Forty make my pants sag Balmain's on my ass All these ho's disappear when niggas down 'till they land But I'm up, bitches wanna fuck, keep on hittin' me up Got her ass, and she bad, but to me that's not enough I just use her for a nut, really I know she a slut I just hit 'er, then I send her to that brewfurd, he could cut They say we gon' go to hell, smoking out the bail Me and Will, 'till my lungs fill Jewish lawyers, so I dodged jail Youngest 'bout that murder, gotta put on for the squad bail Took a lot of losses 'till I click up with the cartel When that new shit comin' out? Yeah they thought it was a drought I get that work ain't running out Yeah they thought it was a drought Yeah they thought it was a drought Said they thought it was drought It ain't no real niggas out, so they though it was a drought When that new shit comin' out? Yeah they thought it was a drought I get that work ain't running out Yeah they thought it was a drought Yeah they thought it was a drought Said they thought it was drought It ain't no real niggas out, so they though it was a drought, aye
Writer(s): Londen Buckner, Brandon Dickerson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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