"Out The Mud" lyrics
(feat. Mr. Capone-E & Momo)
HPG
Bitch I come from nothing but I turned it into some
Young
Bitch I come from nothing but I turned it into some
Surrounded by some real hitters I ain't ever run (I ain't run)
I'm just really trying to get my brothers out the block
What you know about a rose that grew from concrete rock
Ayy, I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud
I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud (Ayy)
Black and white paperwork nigga you don't talk
Givenchy sweater on me cause these diamonds got me cold
Glock .23 jump, man he think he 'bout
Bitch I'm something like these racks in my pocket I don't fold
Where you from? So what, nigga I could care less
Couple homies told on the hood I feel embarrassed
Twenty four karats on me, look how I wear it
Extensions with these shells, nigga guaranteed I share it
Why these niggas always out here trynna act, cuh
With them poles we gon smoke them like a motherfucking Backwood
I was broke til the homie put me on a fat jug
Bitch I stack hunnids, stack fifties and I stack dubs
Feel like yesterday when I was riding in the Hooptie
Now I am in the Benz backseat full of groupies
Strapped with the UZI like we're playing Call of Duty
Fake niggas wanna kill me real niggas gon' salute me
Bitch I come from nothing but I turned it into some
Surrounded by some real hitters I ain't ever run (I ain't run)
I'm just really trying to get my brothers out the block
What you know about a rose that grew from concrete rock
Ayy, I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud
I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud (Ayy, ayy)
Raised by the streets staying away from the coppers
K-9 units and the helicopters
Ghetto bird, I'm in blue like a Dodger
Calling plays like I was Dave Roberts
Watching for the opps ninja I straight came up
Rose Gold on my neck, wrist game it's a [?]
Royalty chicks and I'm never living basic
Seen a lot of hating from the homies I'm embarrassed (Embarrassed)
Staying on the grind no time for the whining
Ten does never fold gotta stay shining
Grinding from the trap now I'm chilling on the island
Got me a driver so there's no more driving (Ayy)
Rolls Royce and the G-wag, I remember mobbing in the '84 Caravan
It's who I am Hood Star like Nipsey, Rest in Peace so I gotta stay with the Glizzy (Capone)
Bitch I come from nothing but I turned it into some
Surrounded by some real hitters I ain't ever run (I ain't run)
I'm just really trying to get my brothers out the block
What you know about a rose that grew from concrete rock
Ayy, I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud
I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud
Bitch I come from nothing but I turned it into some
Young
Bitch I come from nothing but I turned it into some
Surrounded by some real hitters I ain't ever run (I ain't run)
I'm just really trying to get my brothers out the block
What you know about a rose that grew from concrete rock
Ayy, I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud
I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud (Ayy)
Black and white paperwork nigga you don't talk
Givenchy sweater on me cause these diamonds got me cold
Glock .23 jump, man he think he 'bout
Bitch I'm something like these racks in my pocket I don't fold
Where you from? So what, nigga I could care less
Couple homies told on the hood I feel embarrassed
Twenty four karats on me, look how I wear it
Extensions with these shells, nigga guaranteed I share it
Why these niggas always out here trynna act, cuh
With them poles we gon smoke them like a motherfucking Backwood
I was broke til the homie put me on a fat jug
Bitch I stack hunnids, stack fifties and I stack dubs
Feel like yesterday when I was riding in the Hooptie
Now I am in the Benz backseat full of groupies
Strapped with the UZI like we're playing Call of Duty
Fake niggas wanna kill me real niggas gon' salute me
Bitch I come from nothing but I turned it into some
Surrounded by some real hitters I ain't ever run (I ain't run)
I'm just really trying to get my brothers out the block
What you know about a rose that grew from concrete rock
Ayy, I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud
I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud (Ayy, ayy)
Raised by the streets staying away from the coppers
K-9 units and the helicopters
Ghetto bird, I'm in blue like a Dodger
Calling plays like I was Dave Roberts
Watching for the opps ninja I straight came up
Rose Gold on my neck, wrist game it's a [?]
Royalty chicks and I'm never living basic
Seen a lot of hating from the homies I'm embarrassed (Embarrassed)
Staying on the grind no time for the whining
Ten does never fold gotta stay shining
Grinding from the trap now I'm chilling on the island
Got me a driver so there's no more driving (Ayy)
Rolls Royce and the G-wag, I remember mobbing in the '84 Caravan
It's who I am Hood Star like Nipsey, Rest in Peace so I gotta stay with the Glizzy (Capone)
Bitch I come from nothing but I turned it into some
Surrounded by some real hitters I ain't ever run (I ain't run)
I'm just really trying to get my brothers out the block
What you know about a rose that grew from concrete rock
Ayy, I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud
I done made it out the mud, I done made it out the mud
