Flooded Up Lyrics

Yea

Flooded up

Muddied up

Yea

Flooded up

Look

Styrofoam cups filled with ice

Purp with lemonade

My nigga said he want a case of green

I charged 2k today

I just hit for 40 bands

Last night up on the dice game

While drinking 1942

Eating chicken and fried rice mane

Rolling vibes and smoking Dolly Whip

Straight from Frosted Lakes

That shit that you be blowing it

Smell like ass and this not a debate

I been straight

Used to shrink a box down

At the super 8

Now my nigga sit outside your crib

And he wait for the play

These bitches they know me to well

I Still breaking shit down on a scale

Aint fuck the bitch If she pale

I still making money from jail

They buying the pack off the smell

Whatever I get I can sell

My niggas dont talk or dont tell

We'll kill them and send them to hell

Oh well step up in the spot

You hit my girl and say you noticed me

Jewelry shine so hard

You know it's real

Cause it ain't hard to see

Rich nigga my pedigree

Haters I just let them be

I built my own legacy

Got some purple in my cup

Bitch I'm muddied up

Baguette diamonds on my neck

Bitch I'm flooded up

You can catch me in the hood

Eating cold cuts

Pulling off in the scat

Or Royce truck

Got some purp in my drink

Bitch I'm muddied up

Big ass pointers on my neck

Bitch I'm flooded up

You can catch me in the hood

Eating cold cuts

Pulling off in the scat

Or Royce truck

Nigga I been getting money

In the lows and the highs

Even on the south side

You might catch me outside

And I fuck with St Paul

Because I know they gone slide

My young niggas will hit you

Pulling off throwing high fives

When they ride cause we them guys

We don't need the Forbes

Got a quarter million out the streets

Who ain't making noise

Niggas talk bout what they doing dog

But really ain't doing shit

When I came in the club

Bitch fuck off my outfit

No shit feeling sick

Pour a deuce off in a 20 ounce

I been getting money so damn long

That I ain't seen a drought

Fuck the haters get up out of line

And we'll squeeze you out

Hit your car with 30 shots

Before you even pulling out

If my niggas don't like you

Then it's mother fuck you

Keep a cup off in my hand

But this ain't Robitussin

Then we drop a clothing line

You know we still hustling

Hit you up when them packs land

To get the trap busting

Got some purple in my cup

Bitch I'm muddied up

Baguette diamonds on my neck

Bitch I'm flooded up

You can catch me in the hood

Eating cold cuts

Pulling off in the scat

Or Royce truck

Got some purp in my drink

Bitch I'm muddied up

Big ass pointers on my neck

Bitch I'm flooded up

You can catch me in the hood

Eating cold cuts

Pulling off in the scat

Or Royce truck