"Out The Mud" lyrics

Aye

I got this shit out the mud, baby
Been gang, got it on me, you must be crazy
Riding around sicked up in a Mercedes (Aye)
I'ma go and get it, I ain't never been lazy

Ah, yeah
Fly young nigga, you know that's me
I don't say too much, nigga know what's up
Catch me wit' Zo, he a capital P
Out in Vegas with Screwly, got Trish in the cup
Bitches see nigga like me and drop straight to they knees
They like, "Damn, that lil' nigga so cut"
I get pissy every time I see lil' brother gut
He got stitched up for trusting too much
Baddies on baddies, baddies in bikinis
Baddies taking shots, bitch, it's baddies asleep
Baddies in the kitchen, baddies on the couch
Baddies with the guys, it's baddies with me
Quick to drop a bag, nigga made me mad
Put it on they head, get him gone by the week
Riding with your bitch, smoking out the bowl
Push-start the V, ain't no key to my Jeep
Fizz signed a deal, sister movin' crib
Get him out the city, he fiendin' for B
Mike up 100, Quincy moving merch
Cap sitting back tryna plot up a scheme
Taxin' on the block like DJ Ricky P
Lows for the low, no highs for the cheap
Catch your favorite rapper, it's a R.I.P.
Smack with HYB, Big40 Ent
I stick to the code, no switching up the plot
Smacker turned rapper, switch it up a notch
Pop cooked breakfast, Unc cooked coke
Titi made spaghetti out the same pot
208 North Trey, I'm in the same spot
Speaking on Lil' 9 got his man popped
Speaking on Lil' 40 got his ass shot
Never scared of shit, we neighbors with the opps

Just hopped off the jet and went straight to the block
Bitch, I ain't broke, she'll tell you I'm not
Big ass jeans and some big ass knots
I came from the bottom, my car got no top
Ain't even my bitch and I got her on lock
Jumped off the porch and I made me a lot
Yeah, crème de la crème, the cream of the crop
I'm cutthroat, you cross me, I leave you to rot (You dead)
Nigga, no lie (No lie)
Think I was born with a .45
This bitch a demon, act like she shy
This bitch a demon, it's in her eyes
I got a choppa the same size Kai
Party like a rockstar, American Pie
Bronem stepping like Thetas and Pis
Nigga said they gon' do what? They lying

Yeah, I'ma swing my chop, bro swing his chop
We both gon' jump out and hit
Ain't shit here slow, we jumped out wit' switch
The opps some hoes, they jumped out and missed
Lil' bro don't think with his head, you trust him
Backdoor gang, he taking your blick
The clarity two-toned, diamonds, VVS1's
I'm smiling, my teeth gon' hit
Bling

Huh
Huh, aye, let me fye my wood up
Big 4BE, you see me, I throw my, huh
Aye, Glock, this shit goin' all the way up, man