Mud

Yeah, yeah, yeah (oh yeah) (Plugs) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Sippin' on purple mud straight out the bottle Super-thick bitch, yeah, she built like a model Codeine got me moving slow but it's full throttle And I'm blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto 45 hundred grams, stuff 'em in the Tahoe Backwoods stuffed crust, I could call it soft taco Might triple-cross the plug, got me feeling like Pablo I might pull up with the fire, call me Lonely el Diablo Woke up thinking 'bout the guap, getting money, all that I know You get hit with Glocks, my shooters don't fuck with rifles It's funny how I popped, now they treat me like an idol I'm just going through a lot, this movie don't got a title I just want the money (Plugs), I don't really care for fame I'm just goin' up, and I know these things change Take a band, throw it up, now she dancing in the rain How you switch up on the gang? Damn, I knew you was a lame Did it all by myself, how you think I got my name? And I'm still using Percs 'cause they take away the pain Know it's gon' hurt when I pull up in a Range Coupe gon' swerve and we really switchin' lanes This a two-seater but I'm in it with the gang When I'm on the money mission, I can't pick up for a lame Get up on the top floor, it's like we outer space It's like I love the guap more, I'm really sorry, bae Been the same since a jit, no, this shit not a phase Call of Duty sticks, but this shit not FaZe I'm speaking with you, nigga, we, we are not the same Makin' money with the bros, man, I love my gang Huh, yeah Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah Sippin' on purple mud straight out the bottle Super-thick bitch, yeah, she built like a model Codeine got me moving slow but it's full throttle And I'm blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto 45 hundred grams, stuff 'em in the Tahoe Backwoods stuffed crust, I could call it soft taco Might triple-cross the plug, got me feeling like Pablo I might pull up with the fire, call me Lonely el Diablo Woke up thinking 'bout the guap, getting money, all that I know Blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto Blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto Blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto (yeah, yeah) (Plugs) Yeah, yeah, yeah