OUT THE MUD Lyrics

Yeah

Hazza

Live out the gutter bitch I got it out the mud (yeah)

Fuck with me you crazy bitch I'll get it back in blood

Patek on my wrist fit dripped it's a flood

I ain't going back to selling bud to the plug (Nah)

Bud to the plug get you high up of the drug

Dope dealer shit getting high off my own buzz

Running up the check I ain't got no time for love

Good kid, mad city it done turned me to a thug

It done turned me to a thug

Look at you bitch you can't judge

Stepping toe to toe with me

I'll make sure that I won't budge

Talking crazy off the net

Don't make you that hard to check

You'll get hit, you can bet

Call the Jakes cause this a threat

We'll see who calls the cops on who

Yappin' all that "gang shit" they don't do

The same that act hard on the gram (yeah)

Same ones that call the cops on you

"Suspect is armed and dangerous"

When shit goes down they don't know how to handle it

Callin Hazza so he can dismantle it

Pulled up to the house they abandoning

See these pussys run. Yeah they're scrambling

Pussy talk that same shit from your phone (yeah)

Talking nice it's a whole 'nother tone (yeah)

Need no back up lil bitch I hold my own (yeah)

Should have heard me when I told you leave me alone (yeah)

Live out the gutter bitch I got it out the mud (yeah)

Fuck with me you crazy bitch I'll get it back in blood (Agh)

Patek on my wrist fit dripped it's a flood

I ain't going back to selling bud to the plug (Nah)

Bud to the plug get you high up of the drug

Dope dealer shit getting high off my own buzz

Running up the check I ain't got no time for love

Good kid, mad city it done turned me to a