Make It Out The Mud

Droppin' all these songs feel like a flood

Them 308s just trying to make it out the mud

I'm off this za, you know I lied, I said it bring me up

I don't know why? but yeah, I do it just because

They want me drop and shit, they know my shit go up

My nigga tap, yeah he be tappin' shit up out the truck

We push up on him, Im with Ben, boy now you out of luck

Them 308s and 968, like boy you know its us

I got this bad bitch on the phone, she talkin' about clock it

I talk K Murda, boy blast just like your brother did

My nigga tap, be tapping heads, we shouldve name him wig

T3 too fried up in this bitch, he pulled up with a stick

Boy he got that Glock and he ain't tussling

Yeah we got big guns, just for the muscle man

Lil'B don't like when I got za, he smacked it out my hand

PTSD from getting swats yeah from Mrs. Smotherman

Big as ARP, I had to smuggle it

Big as ARP, I had to smuggle

Not all the sudden, but you talk down, boy you in trouble

And He not me, He got one cup, I got a double

Want a reaction out of me, they wanna see some

I swear these niggas on my dick just for no reason

I do some hard, they try to hate, but then they copy

Yeah I be quiet, but I feel like the trending topic

Don't want no side hoe, cause my main bitch not an option

4th of July, but we got Glocks, let's get it popping

I hate when bitches think they lit quit tryna pop it

My nigga Buck, wasn't going for shit, he had to pop him

Droppin' all these songs feel like a flood

Them 308s just trying to make it out the mud

I went on live and yeah I lied and said they bring me up

I don't know why? but yeah, I do it just because