"Stay Mute" lyrics
Boldy James & RichGains Lyrics
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What else?
Throwed off the good dank and the good dodie (Good)
Poured out the good drank and the good codeine (Cold)
Dean of the school of hard knocks, huh
Trap ghetto Heisman, I'm a hood trophy (Ayy)
Never looked up to no nigga
Career criminal, all my life been a dope dealer (Dope dealer)
Stick on me, nigga, no kizzy (Grrt)
Turn my phone to DND then I go missing (It's on)
Dog food like a meal voucher
In the streets I got real problems, no road ticket (Uh-huh)
Got a hold of some bold work, hardly wanna take (Ayy)
Granny found the ink in my room, sorry for the weight (Gaga)
Can't rock with a snitch, droppin' like Wallace (Not at all)
Maybach on the 6, poppin' hydraulics (Ayy)
Twenty-eight by trey-six (Blocks)
Nah, this ain't a mixtape but the tape mixed
Safe sex got them bitches up in latex
Red tape like tapin' up them gray bricks
When it comes to ghetto celebs, I'm a A-list
Duckin' highway patrol and them state troopers (Yeah)
Drop a bag on your head, nigga, Saint Nick
Let the money talk for me, nigga, say less
ATF at the spot, better play deaf (Ayy)
If the feds do a sweep, better stay mute, let's get it
Nigga never been a new jack
Selling meth like an upside down Wu-Tang (Uh-huh)
Two Scats back-to-back, tell 'em, "Race stick" (Skrrt)
Eight bricks on my line, it's a group chat
Group back in The Dom, Balenciaga moon boot
Pour the purp, thinking it's some prune juice (Pour up)
Moon roof in the Porsche, shootin' dice at the park
We don't shoot hoops at the courts
Still patty cake the church like a flapjack (Ayy)
Toting fat Glock 30s with the flat back (Grrt)
Iced up like I'm Duckman (Ayy)
Still playing with them birds like it's Aflac (Uh-huh)
Ain't got no PayPal or CashApp
Real Creatures don't sleep, we take catnaps (It's on)
Ain't no lacking in that field, it's the Bo Jackson (Ayy)
Three hundred cash worth of pills in that Volkswagen
Safe sex got them bitches up in latex
Red tape like tapin' up them gray bricks
When it comes to ghetto celebs, I'm a A-list
Duckin' highway patrol and them state troopers
Drop a bag on your head, nigga, Saint Nick
Let the money talk for me, nigga, say less
ATF at the spot, better play deaf
If the feds do a sweep, better stay mute, let's get it
Safe sex
Red tape
When it come to ghetto celebs
Duckin' highway patrol
Drop a bag on your head
Let the money talk for me
ATF at the spot
If the feds do a sweep
Let's get it
What else?
Throwed off the good dank and the good dodie (Good)
Poured out the good drank and the good codeine (Cold)
Dean of the school of hard knocks, huh
Trap ghetto Heisman, I'm a hood trophy (Ayy)
Never looked up to no nigga
Career criminal, all my life been a dope dealer (Dope dealer)
Stick on me, nigga, no kizzy (Grrt)
Turn my phone to DND then I go missing (It's on)
Dog food like a meal voucher
In the streets I got real problems, no road ticket (Uh-huh)
Got a hold of some bold work, hardly wanna take (Ayy)
Granny found the ink in my room, sorry for the weight (Gaga)
Can't rock with a snitch, droppin' like Wallace (Not at all)
Maybach on the 6, poppin' hydraulics (Ayy)
Twenty-eight by trey-six (Blocks)
Nah, this ain't a mixtape but the tape mixed
Safe sex got them bitches up in latex
Red tape like tapin' up them gray bricks
When it comes to ghetto celebs, I'm a A-list
Duckin' highway patrol and them state troopers (Yeah)
Drop a bag on your head, nigga, Saint Nick
Let the money talk for me, nigga, say less
ATF at the spot, better play deaf (Ayy)
If the feds do a sweep, better stay mute, let's get it
Nigga never been a new jack
Selling meth like an upside down Wu-Tang (Uh-huh)
Two Scats back-to-back, tell 'em, "Race stick" (Skrrt)
Eight bricks on my line, it's a group chat
Group back in The Dom, Balenciaga moon boot
Pour the purp, thinking it's some prune juice (Pour up)
Moon roof in the Porsche, shootin' dice at the park
We don't shoot hoops at the courts
Still patty cake the church like a flapjack (Ayy)
Toting fat Glock 30s with the flat back (Grrt)
Iced up like I'm Duckman (Ayy)
Still playing with them birds like it's Aflac (Uh-huh)
Ain't got no PayPal or CashApp
Real Creatures don't sleep, we take catnaps (It's on)
Ain't no lacking in that field, it's the Bo Jackson (Ayy)
Three hundred cash worth of pills in that Volkswagen
Safe sex got them bitches up in latex
Red tape like tapin' up them gray bricks
When it comes to ghetto celebs, I'm a A-list
Duckin' highway patrol and them state troopers
Drop a bag on your head, nigga, Saint Nick
Let the money talk for me, nigga, say less
ATF at the spot, better play deaf
If the feds do a sweep, better stay mute, let's get it
Safe sex
Red tape
When it come to ghetto celebs
Duckin' highway patrol
Drop a bag on your head
Let the money talk for me
ATF at the spot
If the feds do a sweep
Let's get it
