Keys & N.Savyy & 3 Bandz - Out the Mud
I place a hit, my niggas goin' get itI make a hit, they know all the lyrics
I make a mill, you know I'm goin' spend it
I need some love to go with these riches
Straight out the mud, I'm goin' do what it takes
I need some love to go with this hate
Can't trust all these bitches, my heart in a safe
I ain't goin' stop til I see stars in the wraith
I made mistakes, I know I been sinning
These niggas is fake, they hate when I'm winning
Remembers the days, my pockets was itching
I'm throwing up 20's and 100's and millions
Watch this .40 cock back
Nigga you can't stop that
Looking back on the past
Like nigga's turned the clock back
I cop it no matter the price on the tag
Bitches on my body they all know I pop shit
Back in town, they thinking I'm hot shit
Flying private jets with girls in the cockpit
They tryna get a young nigga’s cock lit
See a young nigga living in the head office
Catching head in the head office
You seeing me winning and grinning, take no losses
I'm the boss of your bosses nigga
Straight out the mud, I'm goin' do what it takes
I need some love to go with this hate
Can't trust all these bitches, my heart in a safe
I ain't goin' stop til I see stars in the wraith
I made mistakes, I know I been sinning
These niggas is fake, they hate when I'm winning
Remembers the days, my pockets was itching
I'm throwing up 20's and 100's and millions
I remember days that I wished I had bitches, Now I’m in the lab with them
And these thots on my phone be thinking that they savage but they just some catfishes
And I can’t fuck with rat niggas cause they snitches
I wake up every day chasing the riches
I be so lowkey it be like I’m hidden
Key and N.savyy is back in the kitchen
Niggas telling no they can't be my mans
Run up wrong we pop his top like a can
Praying for these blue hundreds
You be talking do something
You ain't even do nothing why they really talking like they shoot something
You a shooter shoot something niggas got a gun never shoot nothing
And we goin' bend another block, we goin' send another shot (Yea yea)
And if we catch another opp, we goin' make his body drop
Make his body drop cause my niggas is shooting
You can’t fuck with me you can’t fuck with 3 cause we never losing yea yea
Pull up with the team we just out here chasing a dream
I fucked that bitch once, she suck me up twice boost my self esteem yea yea
And I got a bag to make
While niggas is chattin' and watching face
Y'all can’t move even like me stupid niggas better pick up the pace
Niggas hit a liq' then we gotta dip cause 12 is all over the place
I'ma catch a vibe with this bad bitch while these goofy niggas catch a case
Straight out the mud, I'm goin' do what it takes
I need some love to go with this hate
Can't trust all these bitches, my heart in a safe
I ain't goin' stop til I see stars in the wraith
I made mistakes, I know I been sinning
These niggas is fake, they hate when I'm winning
Remembers the days, my pockets was itching
I'm throwing up 20's and 100's and millions
Written by:
Jervens Samedi, Nnana Ononaji, Oki Nriaka
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