Got Muscle (feat. Peewee Longway & WaveIQ)

Longway, Longway, bitch You got muscle? GoldLink, what it do my nigga? Been having muscle since a jit, you understand me? You got muscle then flex then, nigga, what's happening? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin') Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin') Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin') Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? Yeah, how many niggas from the block? Just a real nigga 'til they get popped? Get knocked, 'til that nigga turn to God, they're a cop And I never gave a fuck about an opp, yeah-hah Juice thicker than a raindrop I done seen more coons than Boondocks, uh Hear the songs, then he go, then he stop, uh Beat his ass, take his chain, then we out, out I don't give a fuck about the clout, um I just really care about the outcome Man, a nigga really miss Malcolm Gunshots for the club, clout dumb This real nigga shit ransom Not random, throw tantrums My bitch be bad, you can't fathom So I cop the Phantom, uh Bet you can't hold the heat and cop what's on the flame I can't find you? I'll beat your mans I be in the food to fuck with features So fatigue and 'lead the fifth and lead the fam I be in the streets for weeks And hold my dirty Glocks for three And shoot out with your clan I just want the bucks, the fiends, the cluck I got the stuff, you want to go inside the pan? Uh Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin') Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin') Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin') Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? I got a brand new shawty, big booty, she from Texas The way she playing with the titties, make me feel like she ambidextrous Our crew damn near tied up, ain't no time for extras The way I whip the tires, I could start a fire in a Lexus I got one hand on the booty, the other is clutching my necklace All these rappers, all these niggas better understand that I'm reckless And I heard you niggas reaping shawties and you think you relentless Yeah, I'm on your ass, lil' niggas, it ain't no time for extras Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin') Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? (Flexin') Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? (Flexin') Got muscle? Got muscle? Got muscle? You got muscle? You got muscle? Flex Steppin' on a lil' bitch neck Water drippin' off my Rolex Trap back door, Bowflex Runnin' up a big blue check Hundred blue baguettes GoldLink wrist on my neck Percocet mixin' with the molly, get her wet Smoking on exotic, good Biscotti on the jet Pot Illuminati, catch a body with the TEC Got muscle? Fuck it, young nigga, just flex 448, I invest in the best Thousand eight grams, you can hit it, take a test Wockhardt, Hi-Tech, smell it when I piss You ain't Crip, we ain't all stressin', motion with a bitch Dior, Chanel, my 'Gatti, Aventi' Double R truck, I might hop out in Fendi Longway, bitch You got muscle? Huh Arm & Hammer music, let's get it