Mud Brotherz ft. G Dot Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

What makes you family is loyalty

Fuck the blood

Own family don't fuck wit' me

It is what it is, and it was what it was

Can't call you my brother

Unless we made it out the mud, and wiped the dirt off

Now we fucking hoes for fun

(Yeah)

Under the sun, I'm safe

Let go of my childish ways

No matter what it is, I'm feeling straight

(Yeah)

Used to be stuck on hoes, now I'm stuck on this paper

Why worry about a bitch, when I can worry about her later

Hoe called me two times, tell that bitch get off my phone

Fuck bitches, get money that's exactly what I'm on

Hoe tried to get me to cry over her

But I ain't doing that shit no more

My heart getting cold

Had to turn that bitch to stone

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Got it out the mud, got it out the street

(Lil' nigga)

Fuck everybody else, it's only me

(Lil' nigga)

That lil' bitch you love, she for the team

(Lil' nigga)

My bitch saying that I'm the one

I'm waiting on my time to come

You gon' either go for anything or stand for some

Yo' bitch takin' pictures of me with her camera

I told you plenty of times, that I'm from Atlanta

(Bruh)

Yeah, yeah

Fuck you say

Fuck you talking 'bout

Get the K

Fuck the hate

I don't want the love

Nigga talking to me crazy

Nigga talking to me tough

When the nigga talking I don't give a fuck

He gon' keep on talking, he running out of luck

What makes you family is loyalty

Fuck the blood

Own family don't fuck wit' me

It is what it is, and it was what it was

Can't call you my brother

Unless we made it out the mud, and wiped the dirt off

Now we fucking hoes for fun

(Yeah)

Under the sun, I'm safe

Let go of my childish ways

No matter what it is, I'm feeling straight

(Yeah)

Used to be stuck on hoes, now I'm stuck on this paper

Why worry about a bitch, when I can worry about her later

I got the Drack

And if he talking that boy gone get hit in his face

I put the mask on, I beat the case

Fucking a bad bitch, pulling on lace

And if it's a race, I come in first place

(Aye)

That pussy is broke

He won't go, band for band

If we miss our target

Spin back again, clap again

We catching him lackin'

And he run like it's track again

Say the wrong words

You get slapped, with the front and the back of my hand

The back of my hand like a pimp

Fucking with me, put him in the sky like a blimp

Sipping on lean made me walk with a limp

Bitch I ain't fucking unless you look like Kim

(Kim Kardashian)