J Shiest - Mucus Flow

(Spaino, Rock Out!)
(Fuck It)
Mhm, mhm, mhm, yeah okay
Mhm, mhm, mhm yeah okay
Mhm, mhm, yeah, yeah okay
Mhm, mhm, mhm, yeah okay

Alright
Yeah i'm out my mix, i'm right back outside cause i'm on my shit
Never been the gangster type but if he buck we send a blitz
These niggas know bout RDB we getting money taking risks
If Z.roy say its fuck you, then its fuck you, ain't no arguing
Sitting back and thinking i'm like "damn i might just pop it"
Niggas posting me on instagram pages, oh they just talking (yeah)
Niggas knowing i been wanting all this money since a youngin' (yeah)
Niggas dying bout this shit so i cant let you take it from me, yeah
Real shit, my nigga Kee been living on that drill shit
And Mitch had told him chill this shit for real its bad for business
Niggas know i love my brother but i cant worry bout how he livin'
And Kevin told me chill i said "i cant, i need a million"
Juan had seen my demon time person, it get awful
Yeah i'm very P, not hugging her i told her ass "get off me!"
Love this rap shit, not a one trick pony nigga, I got options
This d-boy swag for real, i'm wearing stacked jeans proceed with caution, yeah

Said it on my freestyle if he talking then you drop em
Promoting bad shit, let me stop
Living good ain't got no opps
Need a Richard Mille and red keys
I'm tryna snatch a 'Hawk
She been distant, say she scared of me
I hate that we ain't talking
Found my swag and now i'm popping
They was laughing now they watching
Even though i hang 'round dope-boys, serving bags is not an option
Whole Atlanta turned to orthodontists, these niggas be flossing
Going K4K, i feel like loaded, can't nobody stop me
We on different fields but i move like a DB like call me Ricky
Go from ten to a hundred like i'm Rod, this shit get sticky
Im real playa, when i see my P yeah ima kick it
Mucus flow, i'm sick as hell, got in the stu' and i still did it
Now tell them niggas wait a minute
Still my turn no i'an finished
Shovel broke and i'm still digging
Selling dope ain't in my image
Im the kid who went and did and did, on all my cars the windows tinted
I know i'm gone win again, i took a loss but i ain't tripping
Popping shit i'm feeling big
Im wearing orange like thirty four
You should already know what time it is
When i walk through the door
Grew up wit a lot of shit, but fuck it nigga i want some mo'
I been singing trap music like its glee but i ain't Zo' yeah

Mhm, mhm, mhm, yeah okay
Mhm, mhm, mhm yeah okay
Mhm, mhm, yeah, yeah okay
Mhm, mhm, mhm, yeah okay

(Haha, You dig it?)
(Im Just Kicking my pimpin')
(Im Just Kicking my-)
(Alright)
(Yeah thats hard!)

Written by:
Jerald Parks

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