You Good Mud?

And then they got niggas in the woods with paintball guns

And they shot my cameraman

Good, mud? No

The fuck, nigga? Yo, what's going on?

Hey, is you good, mud? Hey, I'm coming with shit, nigga, ouch

Is you good, mud?

The f-, man

It's two bees, nigga, and it's black

Good, mud? Clean

Ayy, it's you good, mud?

I'd fuck up, chop them, use in the real world

Can't wait until I'm hot

I'ma feel real good

Lap rap in the box, I'm the gum, the bill girl

I popped out in your real world

I'm popped out in your real hood, tryna drop a beat

I go up fourth and go head to three

I'd go up to work and catch me a freak

I'd go up to yo and hit me a dump

It's Neal O'Brien, that car in his trunk

Got a big-ass gun, why the fuck would I touch with it?

Free cargo jacket, nigga, off the muscle

Free cargo jacket, nigga, get some wheels

Ayy, but I told you that

A nigga, I hit where his motherfuckin' shoulder at

Don't talk about job, 'cause you know we smokin' the A

I'ma smoke, don't drive, go on up, I'll pretend

Nigga, fuck the whole uptown, I'm droppin' rent

I'd catch me a seal and I'm knockin' him down

Ayy, who the? Who the fuck is that?

I'd cut myself with a drink, I'm alone

Drank in my arm back, nigga, I'm tryna tie me a dime

I was hoppin' that cop had to sleep on the home

Nigga, you ain't never seen no shit, no, you don't

I'm a real young fuck, nigga, he took his boots off

Ayy, band up

Nigga, chop, got hit, niggas knew I'm commander

I was shootin' my gun 'til there ain't no more ammo

I was shootin' my gun, I ain't know where his man went

I was shootin' my gun, I don't know where his man went

Shit hit, bitches on T-Apps sayin' shit

Ayy, it's you good, mud? I'd fuck up chop, I'm usin' the real one

Can't wait to go hard and die, I'ma feel real good

That bruh put the box in the gun 'cause he billed good