Ayze, Jglove - mud

Woah Woah
Woah

Know 2200 I stay with the same gang
All these niggas
They trying to be one of us, that boy not gang
None of these niggas I claim
No, no, no, you cannot touch
I ain't gon' say too much, no I ain't gon' do too much
I done been through too much
Had to get out that mud
I done got out that mud, now niggas wanna show that love
They all want to doubt that boy
Doubt that boy
There's some 'bout that boy
Woah
Foot on they neck, standing on that
Little bitch, I done went up I'm not landing back
And you should know it's a couple of niggas
They sick of me winning
They pocket watching, not a fan of that
Got my foot on the gas with my "K" in the back
They want back in my life, I'm not having that
You know the bands I'm having that
If I want your bitch then I'm bagging that
Where the fuck is that stick, where that cannon at?
My old ways, I done abandoned that
Loyalty, know where I stand on that
I done flipped up them bands and I ran it back
How the fuck you gon' trust these niggas?
How the fuck you gon' trust you a nat nat
I been in my bag bag
Never come in last last
Most of these niggas they goin' out sad sad
Woah
Back up off that wall now
Waiting on me to fall now
Ridin' round in that 'tonk, that 'tonka, long way from the bus wow
I done came a long route
I got on my bucks, now bitch I'm everything these niggas ain't
I done did everything these niggas can't

Bust down, baby stay down
You already known me for awhile, yeah
Let's go and kick our feet up
Be my mistress or mamacita, I'll protect yo pita
Tell me where you staying, yo sometime let's meet up
Man I'm sick of the talkin' I'm tryna' see ya
Woah
This be the difference from me and the people that never listen
Always whining 'bout they position
Always talk and talk about a dream, that they ain't even living, damn
Came out the mud, but my soil been different
Seems like they always come back begging for forgiveness
I don't ever get it
Made up they mind in a minute, fatality finish
Woah
Know I had to hit that hoe
Money that I'm making don't even make sense no more
Still trynna get some more
Baby we could get it out the mud
You could be my bunny I would get you, Elmer Fudd
Gonna get this bag & you gonna get this love
Alright
Baby
Alright
Yeah
You know I love ya type, you know I love ya type, yeah
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
You know I love ya type, you know I love ya type
Yeah

Written by:
Ahmad Elzain, Jarrett Glover

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