Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out Tha Mud, artist - Roddy Ricch. Date of issue: 06.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Out Tha Mud |
| June, you’re a genius |
| Ayy |
| I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanging, now she think she hearing things |
| I just counted up one hundred bands with all my dawgs at the Airbnb |
| All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me |
| And I got extended clip for all these fuck niggas |
| I’m straight out the mud, I can’t fuck with fuck niggas |
| Why he say where he from? |
| I don’t give a fuck, nigga |
| A lot of y’all switched up on me, I don’t trust niggas |
| I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga |
| Ayy, gang slide, gang slide, that’s what I was doing last year |
| A lot of people say I’m being humble, nigga, this the last year |
| Got so many bands, I’m the cashier, ayy |
| A nigga retired the hats, bitch, I can’t do no cappin' here |
| And I gotta keep the rachet with me |
| Take his knee, got him Colin Kaepernick-ing |
| Puerto Rican, she freaky, I bag the bitches |
| Migos throw me the pussy, I’m dabbin' in it |
| I’m a Crip nigga, but I gotta fuck with my slimes, mhm, ayy |
| Nike headband, got the check right 'round my mind, mhm |
| I just can’t fuck with these fuck niggas |
| Sniper look like a goose, I can’t duck niggas |
| I lay down on the pillow with plus three |
| Talking 'bout how they all wanna fuck a nigga |
| I ain’t no lick, nigga, and I ain’t no bitch nigga |
| My taxes is six figures, but I drop that on my whip, nigga |
| I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanging, now she think she hearing things |
| I just counted up one hundred bands with all my dawgs at the Airbnb |
| All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me |
| And I got extended clip for all these fuck niggas |
| I’m straight out the mud, I can’t fuck with fuck niggas |
| Why he say where he from? |
| I don’t give a fuck, nigga |
| A lot of y’all switched up on me, I don’t trust niggas |
| I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga |
| I be like fuck that nigga, he ain’t talkin' no money |
| If it ain’t got twenties, fifties, hundreds, I don’t love it |
| Look at my cup, it’s double |
| Doin' donuts in public, ayy |
| And codeine a hell of a drug |
| Sometimes a nigga gotta go’n and say fuck it |
| Bought a new coupe for her, know my baby love it |
| Stirred the pot like a nigga makin' butter |
| Holy water just to flood the face up |
| Natural bitches, I’m like, «Fuck makeup» |
| Like my bitches wearing Marc Jacobs |
| She poppin' it, I gotta smash |
| She trippin', I got her a bag |
| I’m Crippin', Chanel on the rag |
| I ain’t got time for these fuck niggas, ayy |
| Keep a pistol on me, don’t try your luck, nigga, ayy |
| If you ain’t gang, nigga, I don’t fuck with you, ayy |
| Fuck your kind, nigga, you a fuck nigga, ayy |
| I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanging, now she think she hearing things |
| I just counted up one hundred bands with all my dawgs at the Airbnb |
| All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me |
| And I got extended clip for all these fuck niggas |
| I’m straight out the mud, I can’t fuck with fuck niggas |
| Why he say where he from? |
| I don’t give a fuck, nigga |
| A lot of y’all switched up on me, I don’t trust niggas |
| I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga |