Waka Flocka Flame - Mud Musik lyrics
[Intro] Ughh, Flocka! Gucci! 'Rarri, Boyz! Ay Tity Boi what's happenin mane? We turnt up mane, shout to the whole city mane Uhh, uhh, uhh (Brick Squad monopoly) [Waka Flocka Flame] Half a pint in my two liter, I just slow sip This that mud drank, my 'rarri go hard in the paint Pulled up dancin right, hopped out flexin ice n***az'll give they life, just to live my life b**hes yellin loud, walkin through the crowd With a triple cup (po' po' po' me up) 'burry game clique, flags in the sky Walkin through the God I swear to God I'm in the sky Astronaut high, I'm that guy Stacks on stacks, racks on racks I keep mud on standby Got some real n***az that you cain't even stand by [Chorus] I just slow sip (po' po' po' me up) Styrofoam cup (tri-tri-triple cup) This that mud drank, fo' ounces and a one liter This that mud drank, half a pint in my two liter (Po' po' po' me up) styrofoam (tripled up) (Po' po' po' me up) styrofoam (tripled up) This that mud music, this that mud drank Styrofroam cup (tri-tri-triple cup) [Gucci Mane] Styrofoam cup we po'n up, Gucci, Flock', blowin up We so f**in up, all our foes they be duckin us I'm a jack boy, you a jacka** You must dress in the dark with yo' tacky a** I'm Big Gucci, cool guap' Got 80 grand in my khaki pants Tity's on the scene, yeah that's my team BSM yeah that's my scene I'm a millionaire, that's reality You want a mill' that's a f**in dream I'm on mine, got two nines Throw my watch in the air to let time fly I'm DUI, I'm too high You heard that young n***a I'm too fly Thugged out young n***a I'm 'bout my bread Don't want no p**y girl givin me head We ain't even gotta stop to use the bed Ay-ain't no need to f** up the spread I'm drinkin, I'm thinkin All the real n***az we linkin My Brick Squad all be down on hangin Sippin lean done got me famous, Gucci! [Chorus] [Tity Boi] Yeah, mud, mud, Gucci! This that kickstand, campaign Over they head like an airplane Brang yo' gurl to the club 'round me and my n***az then she fail game 2 Chainz, I'm too much Every time I f** I get two nuts Every time you see me I'm with two s*uts I ain't in or out 'less the Coogi cut Promethazine, contraband Told them folks we a country band Brick Squad, duffle bag Bunch of knucklehead n***az sayin "f** the feds" My bread long like Subway, Louis' on, unlazered And I ain't talkin money when I hit you with this one caper I need two mo', two liters I got ba** like two speakers It must be (Do or Die) cause these n***az out here "Po' Pimpin" All we doin is slow sippin I be on that codeine I got fo' zips 'Bout to po' it on this ice cream, ughh! [Chorus]