Muggaiou - On Some Shxt (feat. Monty Savage)

Aye aye free the guys
Grime home to nigga
We on some shit you already know what it is
TNT it's only us
Aye let's get it Pooh World
Uh free the guys
Two times
Let's go
I live my life in a fast way everyday cuz it could be my last day
Fuck with papi we get it the cash way bussin packs bp yeah the gas way
Niggas say they want smoke but ain't on shit
Cuz they know that shit get left in the ashtray
I'm outside wit my pac n some demons
My niggas really be scheming
Niggas be active on social but not in the streets I'm like what is the meaning
If you in it you in it you ain't then you ain't but please don't get caught in between it
That's how niggas get left on the pavement catch a case end up giving a statement
Blow the whistle when he on the beat though
Line em up that shit wet like a free throw
All my young niggas savage up it and blast it we into more than just rapping
Coppin n baggin phone get the ringin he grabbin I keep a play like it's Madden
Nina go right with the fashion any nigga really want it can have it
I lost my dawg had to turn up my savage
Dead opps they caught that nigga lackin
Free the opps first day out ima whack em
Fuck the opps tell em cacth me in traffic
Steppers march and really with all the madness
Bending blocks putting niggas in caskets
Cold hearted lil son of a bastard skrollin woods just to keep me from snapping
Opp pack nigga who wanna match it I stick and move like I'm Cassius
Beat it up and make the money do backflips aye
Pissy lil youngin now look at what happened I'm flipping shit like my mattress
I don't know em then I'm taxin
Plug say I move the fastest shit be gone before I grab it
Cuz bitch I still move like Houdini but I ain't never do no magic
Just extraordinary trappin
Since a jit been on some shit and I'm uh still on some shit
You might not hear about no licks but I uh still tore them blicks
So run up thinking that you slick and uhh uhh get gunned down quick
And thinking you gon spin that bend uhh uhh that shit get flipped pussy
Bro got a whistle
Only time it get tossed if we know that it hit you
I'm Mr Come Press The Issue
Hit my bop in ya chick wonder why she ain't hit you
Bro swing the line on the hi-tec
You can't sip what I sip yeah I know you can't find that
Really I ain't even bomb yet
And the clip hella long keep it right where my johns at
OG he know that I'm sturdy I got court tomorrow I'm still fighting a burglary
I got my sprite hella dirty thick chick bad and she never act thirsty
Niggas still trappin out bandos
I ain't trippin I'm still bussin traps in my sandals wait
Really I move on some different shit they know I manage that's why they lovin my handle
Run down the pack and just tie up the sandwich
Buss down the chow and I'm throwing the branches
I'm acting boujee he got money I'm taking my chick out to eat somewhere fancy
Two chicks one light one dark I got Monica and Brandy
I know some niggas can't stand me
I was a jit but I hustled was selling my candy
Niggas can't stick to the code or something
Buying enough I might throw you something
Just come with it all I ain't taking a fraction a peon would rather just owe you something
Who the fuck is ya mans he ain't holding nothing
Try run off we gon show em something
Cock it back had to reload then I dump it you fuckin up money you cool with this onion
I remember bitches try bash me now I run it up just like a athlete
We them boys all in the backstreet you can bring ya folks we gon tax em
Paper stickin to me like a magnet I'm just heating up I got some traction
Call up bro and tell em I need that take it to the spot then buss it down and bag it
I learned my lesson it ain't no finessing I get to it straight
We playing hot potato with the gat everybody a hitta aim above the waist
Yeah I pop a perc and I'm cool yeah I heard what you said but I'm smoking this L to the face
I'm out on bail and it's not looking good I don't follow the rules and I caught me a case aye
I got the burner I keep it concealed
I see em slippin banana got peeled
Fuck getting famous I need me a uhh
Head up through a tube how he eating his meal damn
Damn head up through a tube how he eating his meal
Hey Mugga they already know how we was coming

Written by:
Stephon Earl

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