Lyrics Mean Muggin - Cash Kidd, Saucy E

Mean Muggin

Damn, kid, you so fake, I can’t get a hold of you
Nigga, go’n send that pape', you want me on a song with you
Price goin' up by the day, it’s not negotiable
For these lines, niggas gotta pay, like I sold a deuce
Sorry, bae, the buffs dark, I ain’t even notice you
Say she love me, dawg, I wouldn’t believe her even if she showed em proof
He ain’t know where the bullets came from, my dawg was on his roof
Yeah, we strapped, keep them poles on me like a photoshoot, huh
Yeah, I know you hatin' on the G.O.A.T., spreadin' rumors
I know she a chooser, bitch, you should’ve said that sooner
I’ma pass her to my dawg, then act like I never knew her
It ain’t shit, I never sweat her, I ain’t Freddie Krueger
Bitch, I sleep with the 40 like I’m havin' sex with cougars
Keep that bitch on me, I ain’t gotta call no shooter
Flew your bitch out of town, you in the city callin' Ubers
Gave her backshots on the balcony like Martin Luther
Ayy, forty thousand racks on me, I’ll blow it right now like I ain’t never had
nothin'
Gotta keep a strap on me, wish I didn’t, but I guess these niggas mad at
somethin', huh
Niggas mad at somethin', huh
I guess the bag ain’t jumpin'
Niggas stay mean muggin'
I gotta keep the pole on me, I’m just tryna survive
These niggas telephoning it, but they ain’t comin' outside
I upped the strap, gave him two, but I ain’t throwin' the peace sign
I caught him lackin', now he dead and gone like he Trayvon
And I ain’t showin' no more love, I been stabbed a few times
They know I’m blowin' up soon, I was one of a kind
And all them L’s back then, now it’s Louis Vuitton
I up the chop, it’s gon' faster than Busta Rhymes
Ayy, forty thousand racks on me, I’ll blow it right now like I ain’t never had
nothin'
Gotta keep a strap on me, wish I didn’t, but I guess these niggas mad at
somethin', huh
Niggas mad at somethin', huh
I guess the bag ain’t jumpin'
Niggas stay mean muggin'