Yea
Flooded up
Muddied up
Yea
Flooded up
Look
Styrofoam cups filled with ice
Purp with lemonade
My nigga said he want a case of green
I charged 2k today
I just hit for 40 bands
Last night up on the dice game
While drinking 1942
Eating chicken and fried rice mane
Rolling vibes and smoking Dolly Whip
Straight from Frosted Lakes
That shit that you be blowing it
Smell like ass and this not a debate
I been straight
Used to shrink a box down
At the super 8
Now my nigga sit outside your crib
And he wait for the play
These bitches they know me to well
I Still breaking shit down on a scale
Aint fuck the bitch If she pale
I still making money from jail
They buying the pack off the smell
Whatever I get I can sell
My niggas dont talk or dont tell
We'll kill them and send them to hell
Oh well step up in the spot
You hit my girl and say you noticed me
Jewelry shine so hard
You know it's real
Cause it ain't hard to see
Rich nigga my pedigree
Haters I just let them be
I built my own legacy
Got some purple in my cup
Bitch I'm muddied up
Baguette diamonds on my neck
Bitch I'm flooded up
You can catch me in the hood
Eating cold cuts
Pulling off in the scat
Or Royce truck
Got some purp in my drink
Bitch I'm muddied up
Big ass pointers on my neck
Bitch I'm flooded up
You can catch me in the hood
Eating cold cuts
Pulling off in the scat
Or Royce truck
Nigga I been getting money
In the lows and the highs
Even on the south side
You might catch me outside
And I fuck with St Paul
Because I know they gone slide
My young niggas will hit you
Pulling off throwing high fives
When they ride cause we them guys
We don't need the Forbes
Got a quarter million out the streets
Who ain't making noise
Niggas talk bout what they doing dog
But really ain't doing shit
When I came in the club
Bitch fuck off my outfit
No shit feeling sick
Pour a deuce off in a 20 ounce
I been getting money so damn long
That I ain't seen a drought
Fuck the haters get up out of line
And we'll squeeze you out
Hit your car with 30 shots
Before you even pulling out
If my niggas don't like you
Then it's mother fuck you
Keep a cup off in my hand
But this ain't Robitussin
Then we drop a clothing line
You know we still hustling
Hit you up when them packs land
To get the trap busting
Got some purple in my cup
Bitch I'm muddied up
Baguette diamonds on my neck
Bitch I'm flooded up
You can catch me in the hood
Eating cold cuts
Pulling off in the scat
Or Royce truck
Got some purp in my drink
Bitch I'm muddied up
Big ass pointers on my neck
Bitch I'm flooded up
You can catch me in the hood
Eating cold cuts
Pulling off in the scat
Or Royce truck