Tay G - Out Da Mud (feat. Kidricc James) Lyrics

I am not up in them clubs nigga, yeah I'm probably with my thug niggas
Yeah, you trying to get a stack-yeah, you probably want to rap, but I'm solid as a drug dealer
Cause I got it out the mud nigga, yeah I got it out the mud nigga
Yeah I'm riding with a strap, cause it's hot up in the trap, if they try me I'ma hull niggas
Fish the filet, I need a million a day, I need my meal on a tray
I'm about to kill all these niggas, I'm in my feelings today
Come down your block in that mandarin Chevrolet, handling everything
Mandy, I carry the thang- and keep it handy (bow) there goes your brains
Gimme that, gimme that I was locked up in the streets though, trying to follow G code
Onomatopoeia to an LMNOP flo got me going beast mode
Cuban with the keystone, oriental fleece on
Glory Denim jeans on, regular fit
Born in the 80's I don't wear that tight shit
Run with niggas that'll grab a pussy like I'm Mike Pence
Hope you know it's automatic, fully, if you might trip
Hoping that I might slip, strapped like a dike bitch
Banana clip curl, like that hoe light skinned
Light the dro like this, microphone mic bitch
I'm trying to get in they way, I'm just a million away
But it's ok, they'll try to swim in my wave
It ain't no getting away
I am not up in them clubs nigga, yeah I'm probably with my thug niggas
Yeah, you trying to get a stack-yeah, you probably want to rap, but I'm solid as a drug dealer
Cause I got it out the mud nigga, yeah I got it out the mud nigga
Yeah I'm riding with a strap, cause it's hot up in the trap, if they try me I'ma hull niggas
I am so street, I am asphalt and concrete
Competition obsolete
Born in the south, I got gold on my teeth
My money talks, I get paid when I speak
Sell a whole bird or the beak
You can get beat, punched in the face if you sleep
Stomp you like elephant feet
Boy you so weak, only with myself, complete
I'm a microphone terrorist, Pakistan
Use the back of hands to slap a man
Don't act up man because my backup plan
Is riding down the street, shooting out the back of vans
To stack up grands, that's about real estate
Texas, the realest state
If you got beef, I'ma kill this steak, to fill this plate
265 pounds, homie you gone feel this weight
I am Mike Tyson in prime, I spit my life in these rhymes
I live a life filled with crime, I got some strikes and some time
We are not nothing alike, not my kind
Pardon me, you don't want no parts of me
Cause I'm more dangerous than a jug of Kool-Aid
Mixed by Bill Cosby and Cardi B- Ha Ha
I am not up in them clubs nigga, yeah I'm probably with my thug niggas
Yeah, you trying to get a stack-yeah, you probably want to rap, but I'm solid as a drug dealer
Cause I got it out the mud nigga, yeah I got it out the mud nigga
Yeah I'm riding with a strap, cause it's hot up in the trap, if they try me I'ma hull niggas