Muscle

Fuck it up, bitch, ay, ay, ay

Fuck it up, ay, ay

Fuck it up, bitch, ay, ay, ay

Fuck it up, bitch, if you fuck with us

You stuck with us, bitch

If you fuck with suckas

Then you duck with suckas, bitch, ay, ay

I ain't looking for no handout

I rather kick the door and run up in you damn house

You say that that's your man, that's your man now

You man's gonna' be gamin'

But that's you man when it end out

He said a **** workin'

Got killed before he brought the work in

Backdoored 'em, **** smurkish

Twenty bands in his head

One **** killed him for a purpose (Yeah)

Your man, he's your man, now

Twenty bands in his head, you gon' find out who your man's now

His man left him man down

Gave 'em a headshot and his man the only man round

We don't play fair (Yeah)

It ain't safe here (Yeah)

Gun smoke, yellow tape here (Yeah)

**** get killed broad day here (Yeah)

Give it up, I know the safe here

Don't even reach, 'cause I teach, you'll stay here (Yeah)

Hit a lick for like eight Gs

Cash it on some cubans

Now, I dare **** to take these

Fake chain, what? Bitch, please

I ain't yo mans, that's you BD with them fake D's

He tryna break up this job, I break the bitch jeans

You tryna fuck up her guts, I fuck up her knees

She's like, "Daddy, you disgustin', bust in my weave"

And had you cash out on a bundle, that bitch so sleaze, ha

That's why I never trust a bitch, I just fuck a bitch, ay

I'll never love a bitch, ay

Ay, ay, ay, fuck it up, bitch

Ain't no movement in the city that could fuck with us, bitch

We got the money, respect, and I muscle up, bitch

Ay, ay, ay, fuck it up bitch

Ain't no movement in the city that could fuck with us, bitch

We got the money, respect, and I muscle up, bitch

Gang, gang, gang, Corkoland cray