Lil Moonrock - Mug Blooded

All this ice stay froze, man I been flooded (ice)
Bad bitch she no wiz, damn she mud blooded (yeah)
I got Barq's in the float, I'm still Mug blooded (ooh)
They got twenty men deep, imma still run it
Yeah Moonrock still gunning
Put my hand on the stove I don't feel nothing (damn)
Got a burn on my hand and my bitch rub it (ooh)
Damn the mullet got bleached and she still love it (damn)
Yeah, yeah that's a real woman (yeah)
Picked her over plenty damn who wouldn't
I got the boys in the hood like Cuba Gooding (Cuba)
Imma look for my gun, can you move a cushion? (yeah)
I'm drawing fifty out the bank shit the opps noticed (cash)
Three-sixty do a spin no aim with the Locus (bow)
I'm the G matter of fact go on add the O.T.U.S (aye)
Yeah pussy, I know you going for this
Aye yo why you started sobbing? (damn)
Pacsun looking fucker with your Abercrombie (aye)
I was dead and now I'm back feel just like a zombie (yeah)
This your life and for me man it's just a hobby (woo)
Oh yeah you got the hoes now?
Motherfucker put your pole down (damn)
There ain't leaving imma send you all to ghost town
The next day they waking up to RIP posts now (yeah)
Ayo bozo, go and rest in piss (yeah)
Deadbeat motherfucker took a shot and missed (damn)
That a Mueller on his body? Take it off his wrist (ice)
6 feet underground and now I got his bitch
"Cmon Moonrock why you do em like that?"
Why you tripping? Ain't no reason to go and run em for cash (cash)
Ain't you rich, ain't you always walking around with the bag"
I'm having fun, y'all should really be glad
Down Macarthur in the whip I'm just looking for a wave (yeah)
Tryna get up in a dime but I'll settle for a 8
"I ain't tryna get too crunk" oh now that'll be the day
I'm still gonna sip the liquor and I'll prolly get home late
Call an uber cuz it happened and I told em "what'd I say?" (what'd I say?)
Now I'm waking up to texts, they wanna know if I'm ok (yeah)
"Feeling rough but I'm fine" send that to the list of names (uh)
Take a shower brush my teeth then I'm ready to pregame
Wow, wow
You thought I'd throw the towel (nah)
You thought I ain't going out
But I ain't playing 'round (ooh)
Hit the road, now I'm looking for another house (yeah)
Ooh I see one, let me see just what that shit about
Taking off the skelly, putting down the celly (yeah)
Fucking on your bitch and I put it on her belly (ew)
Yeah I made the news got em looking at the telly (woo)
Stand it no you can't you ain't gotta be so jelly

Written by:
Jacob Zeiner

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