Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Organic Mud, artist - Larry June.
Date of issue: 28.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Organic Mud |
Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh, sh, sh, sh |
Sh, sh, sh, sh, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay |
Check |
Tapped in with Mike, got the old school hit |
Slidin' down High Street in Oakland and shit |
Saw my old game so I stopped and wave |
Damn, I ain’t seen this bitch in days |
Car wash pimpin', I’m mackin', son |
Every time you see me, I’m stackin' som’n |
I gotta stay healthy on a bitch |
Movin', groovin' on my shit |
Re-rock, flip a lot, movin' with a six-shot |
Bought it how I want it so I went and kept the whip stock |
Ballin, nigga? |
No you not, nigga, you’s a mark |
Get you some money and get up out a nigga pocket |
Askin' me questions like, «June, where the Bim at?» |
«Okay, you bought the AMG, I seen that» |
And I don’t even trap no mo', this all rap |
Everything a nigga talk about is all fact |
Yeah, uh, nigga had to step it up |
Yeah, damn, uh, off top, out the mud |
Yeah, goin' hard on a slut |
Yeah, check, uh, nigga, I don’t give a fuck |
'Bout to make a hundred thousand in a month, gimme time |
Got a whole lotta swag, so these hoes 'bout to flock |
I don’t got a fuckin' manager, manage my own guap |
Shit, I made it out these streets, so this rap shit is nothin' |
And my son gettin' older and my pockets is, too |
Sellin' woowap for the high 'cause I got the juice |
Water purified, I don’t fuck around with that, boof |
Weed, drank, baby goin' stu' |
Movin' me when we hit the scene, this ain’t new to me |
Movie scene when we slidin' through, nigga, yee |
You ain’t cool as me, nigga, usually I be draped up |
Birthday lay bitch, always caked up |
And when I’m talkin' cakin', I’m talkin' big racks |
You stressed out 'bout the bitch, 'bout to go bad |
I’m ridin' around smokin' weed in the Jag |
They mad, forty piece got me on sag |
Yeah, uh, nigga had to step it up |
Yeah, damn, man, off top, out the mud |
Uh, yeah, goin' hard on a slut |
Yeah, check, uh, nigga, I don’t give a fuck |
Ridin' 'round by myself |
It’s gon' get hard, but you gotta keep grindin' |
Gotta keep— hahahaha |
Sh, sh |
Yeah, check, nigga |
Bring the kid that card, I don’t wanna hear that shit |
Sh, sh, sh |
Ay, ay, ay, ay |
Sock it to me |