Lyrics Muscle - Yatta

Muscle

Fuck it up, bitch
Aye, aye, aye
Fuck it up
Aye, aye
Fuck it up, bitch
Aye, aye, aye
Fuck it up, bitch
If you fuck with us
Then you stuck with us, bitch
If you fuck with suckas
Then you duck with suckas, bitch
(Aye, aye)
I ain’t lookin' for no handout
I rather kick the door, and run up in yo damn house
You say that that’s yo man, that’s yo man now
That’s yo man in the beginning
But that’s yo man when it ends out
He said a nigga workin'
Got killed before he brought the work in
Backdoored em', niggas smurkish
20 bands on his head
One nigga killed him for a bourbon
(Yeah)
Yo man, he’s yo man now
20 bands on yo head, you gon' find out who yo mans now
His man left him man down
Gave em' a headshot and his mans the only man round'
We don’t play fair
(Yeah)
It ain’t safe here
(Yeah)
Gun smoke, yellow tape here
(Yeah)
Niggas get killed broad day here
(Yeah)
Give it up, I know the safe here
Don’t even reach
Cause I’ll teach;
you’ll stay here
(Yeah)
Hit a lick for like 8 G’s
Cash it on on some cubans
Now, I dare a nigga to take these
Fake chain?
What?
Bitch, please!
I ain’t yo mans, that’s yo BD with them fake D’s
You tryna break the bitch’s jaw, break the bitch’s jeans
You tryna fuck up her guts, I fuck up her knees
She like «daddy, you disgusting--bust it in my weave.»
And had you cash out on a bundle--that bitch so sleeze
(Ha)
That’s why I never trust a bitch
I just fuck a bitch
(Aye)
I’ll never love a bitch
Aye, aye, aye
Fuck it up, bitch
Ain’t no movement in the city that could fuck with us, bitch
We got the money, respect, and the muscle up, bitch!
Aye, aye, aye
Fuck it up, bitch
Ain’t no movement in the city that could fuck with us, bitch
We got the money, respect, and the muscle up, bitch!
(Gang, gang, gang--Corkoland crazy!)