Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mud , by - Trapboy Freddy. Release date: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mud |
| Shun On Da Beat |
| Hoo |
| Pineapple Fanta, I’m sippin' mud |
| Drinkin' that drink over bottle drugs |
| I know them niggas ain’t 'bout it all |
| I got this shit here up out the mud |
| Ayy, not enough, nigga, make 'em madder |
| Young nigga eatin' good, gettin' fatter |
| Young nigga done ran that sack up |
| Y’all niggas gon' need some back-up |
| Pineapple Fanta, I’m sippin' mud |
| Drinkin' that drink over bottle drugs |
| I know them niggas ain’t 'bout it all |
| I got this shit here up out the mud |
| Ayy, not enough, nigga, make 'em madder |
| Young nigga eatin' good, gettin' fatter |
| Young nigga done ran that sack up |
| Y’all niggas gon' need some back-up |
| Make a nigga spot jump, Jordan |
| In apartments sellin' that water |
| We ain’t go to school, nigga, we was on that block |
| Pushin' that rock, tryna make a way out |
| Got that game from the old niggas |
| I see right through these gold diggers |
| She wanna fuck with me, now the bankroll bigger |
| Nah, I don’t owe nan' one of these niggas |
| If I ain’t sleep on the floor with you |
| Nigga, you can miss me with it |
| Sippin' that red, I’m dizzy |
| My ex-bitch say she miss me |
| Pull up on me, can’t kiss me |
| I don’t know where your lip went |
| Put your head on my lap, spread your lipstick |
| Ayy, hit that bitch like hit stick |
| Bitch, I’ma ball, yeah, for sure that |
| Ain’t havin' that money, she a throwback |
| If you owe, we gon' pay that |
| Or we gon' bring it where you stay at |
| I’m 'bout the drama, nigga |
| I put your mama in it |
| Stop that hollerin', nigga |
| I can’t wait 'til they find that nigga |
| Pineapple Fanta, I’m sippin' mud |
| Drinkin' that drink over bottle drugs |
| I know them niggas ain’t 'bout it all |
| I got this shit here up out the mud |
| Ayy, not enough, nigga, make 'em madder |
| Young nigga eatin' good, gettin' fatter |
| Young nigga done ran that sack up |
| Y’all niggas gon' need some back-up |
| Pineapple Fanta, I’m sippin' mud |
| Drinkin' that drink over bottle drugs |
| I know them niggas ain’t 'bout it all |
| I got this shit here up out the mud |
| Ayy, not enough, nigga, make 'em madder |
| Young nigga eatin' good, gettin' fatter |
| Young nigga done ran that sack up |
| Y’all niggas gon' need some back-up |
| Sippin' that white girl, Hannah |
| Might book me a flight to Atlanta |
| When the pot get hot, can’t handle |
| Might gotta light that candle |
| Smellin' that dope in the living room |
| Cook up a crumb, gotta get a spoon |
| Sellin' that dope since middle school |
| Runnin' through O’s all through the school |
| Get you two blunts for five dollars |
| Cigar boxed up in my socks |
| Pocket on swole like a hot pocket |
| Any drug you want, nigga, I got it |
| Bitch, I’m the man like old boy |
| I been the man since corduroys |
| Two-hundred thousand in the car garage |
| Get to steppin', motherfucker, like Marty Mar |
| Look at me now, I’m dripped up |
| Pray to God I don’t get picked up |
| Thirty gram, drip my wrist up |
| I’m holdin' your bitch ransom |
| RIP my granny, know you proud of your grandson |
| I’m goin' to the bank, dunkin' on 'em, and one |
| Pineapple Fanta, I’m sippin' mud |
| Drinkin' that drink over bottle drugs |
| I know them niggas ain’t 'bout it all |
| I got this shit here up out the mud |
| Ayy, not enough, nigga, make 'em madder |
| Young nigga eatin' good, gettin' fatter |
| Young nigga done ran that sack up |
| Y’all niggas gon' need some back-up |
| Pineapple Fanta, I’m sippin' mud |
| Drinkin' that drink over bottle drugs |
| I know them niggas ain’t 'bout it all |
| I got this shit here up out the mud |
| Ayy, not enough, nigga, make 'em madder |
| Young nigga eatin' good, gettin' fatter |
| Young nigga done ran that sack up |
| Y’all niggas gon' need some back-up |