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