Out the Mud

Lyrics

You reach at my chain and it won’t even budge, I shot you, binary won’t even budge.
Back to the basics, I’m finna come silence a **** like library, he gettin' a slug.
I’m not a gangster, but I’m from the North, so they figure I got it, knee-deep out the mud.
Of course, I’m in CC with Balenci' all over my body, she think I’m the plug.


I probably just needed a hug, but I went to fight, tryna leave **** in blood.
I don’t do this **** just because, I used to be broke and it was what it was.
And Greg in the pen, and my mom thinks he’s spiraling, listen, he really just needed some love.
I’m stuck in my head overnight, I be wildin', listen, I only get sleep off the drugs.


You see, I made a promise to God, I’ma figure it out and the curse, I’ma never repeat.
I don’t even talk to the **** when I link her, she lifts up her skirt and she ready for me.
If you want the business on me and Silvester, you better have backpacks full of teacups.
****, it’s a handful of ****, we stuck, we know your boyfriend is a weak punk.



You reach at my chain and it won’t even budge, I shot you, binary won’t even budge.
Back to the basics, I’m finna come silence a **** like library, he gettin' a slug.
I’m not a gangster, but I’m from the North, so they figure I got it, knee-deep out the mud.
Of course, I’m in CC with Balenci' all over my body, she think I’m the plug.


You reach at my chain and it won’t even budge, I shot you, binary won’t even budge.
Back to the basics, I’m finna come silence a **** like library, he gettin' a slug.
I’m not a gangster, but I’m from the North, so they figure I got it, knee-deep out the mud.
Of course, I’m in CC with Balenci' all over my body, she think I’m the plug.


You better stay put up inside ‘cause the streets cut deep.
I don’t even gotta come bust you, I swang on one ****, they gon’ need to pick up three.
You gon’ think them young **** hooping, it’s gon’ be a while of regret if you **** with me.
I hope that them **** ain’t stupid, they tryna compete with a ****, so we finna see.


Hit from the back and I grip her obliques,
Thumbing through hundreds, my pockets obese.
No, I ain’t tricking, I’m having this cheese.
Slime got your mama ‘nem gathered in tees.
Popping my **** by the skin of my teeth,
I’m tryna **** on a skinny petite.
I don’t even want me a Patek Philippe, when I get the milli, I’ll happily be, that’s just how I’m living, that’s just how I be.


You reach at my chain and it won’t even budge, I shot you, binary won’t even budge.
Back to the basics, I’m finna come silence a **** like library, he gettin' a slug.
I’m not a gangster, but I’m from the North, so they figure I got it, knee-deep out the mud.
Of course, I’m in CC with Balenci' all over my body, she think I’m the plug.


You reach at my chain and it won’t even budge, I shot you, binary won’t even budge.
Back to the basics, I’m finna come silence a **** like library, he gettin' a slug.
I’m not a gangster, but I’m from the North, so they figure I got it, knee-deep out the mud.
Of course, I’m in CC with Balenci' all over my body, she think I’m the plug.