MUDDY Lyrics

(MO)

Every gun up in this trunk, it got a drum, oh yeah, we got them switches (Grrah)

I shoot this K around, it got a beam, and I don't do no missing (Ain't no missing)

I make my bullets hit, make your mans dance, look how the way you twistin' (Have him twistin')

My evil twin, he got a Glock, it make him lag, look how the way you glitchin' (Have him glitchin')

That boy, say he really going up (WHAT?)

Man, what he talkin' bout

He speaking on us, send him to the dentist, we pop him in his mouth (Grrah)

New chain on me like a slave (Gothic), that's coming from the south (Yeah)

The bullets whip that man up like a wave, oh yeah, we take him out

I'm a rockstar and this bitch is going down (Yeah, bitch it's going down)

Guitar with a beam loud sound (RLAH, RLAH, RLAH)

I got a shorty that wanna go another round (Yeah, bitch another round)

Oh yeah, she says you have to take her to pound town (Haha, HA)

Acting up, I bet we coming (I bet we coming, bitch)

Yeah, them Draco's, K's, they get to dumping (they get to dumping, bitch)

We had to put them sleep, we leave 'em slumping (We leave 'em slumping, bitch)

Had to shoot his leg, it ain't no running (It ain't no running, bitch)

Yeah, I'm different from them other rappers

Switch my flow and different ways (Had to switch to other ways)

Yeah, this Glock got a thunder clapper, electrocute him, make him shake (GRRAH!)

I bet I put this beam up to his head

This Draco finna blow his face (Blow his face)

I got this Mexican lil' shorty and yeah, she bad in all types of ways (Yeah)

She want a Christmas gift, I give her something jolly (Merry Christmas)

She call me "Mr. Reaper" cause she know I snatch that soul from out her body (Yeah)

I call my Glock "Jutu", it do karate (It do karate)

They keep on talking like they bout that, but they ain't never kill nobody (Ha)

Got this F.N., it'll close that boy face just like a book (Yeah)

Man, if they looking at us wrong, I bet they get they face took (Ha)

Just know I'm active in the field, hell nah, I'm not a rook (I'm not a rook)

My gang be clutchin' on this rod, you acting tough, you getting hooked (Ha)

Just know my diamond dancin', they glistenin'

That clinging sound, I like to listen

We got the pose up in the back, boy, if you tryna go fishin'

Aye, put some money on this hit, I bet my brodie finish that mission

Don't try to run up in this field, I bet my gang get to blitzin' (Yeah)

We stepping in the field, just know it's bout to get hella muddy

Don't try to dab me up if you ain't Fam, Gang or ain't my cuddy

This Glock it really crack somebody head like it's Humpty Dumpty

Oh yeah, we turn that boy to dust, I bet we leave his partner some crusty

We stepping in that field, just know it's bout to get hella muddy (Hella)

Don't try to dab me up if you ain't Fam, Gang or ain't my cuddy (You ain't my cuddy)

This Glock it really crack somebody head like it's Humpty Dumpty (Ah)

We turn that boy to dust, I bet we leave his partner some crusty (Yeah)

Let's go

Yeah, I'm him