CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Mean Muggin
(PDot got that pack)
Damn, kid, you so fake, I can't get a hold of you
n***a, go'n send that pape', you want me on a song with you
Price goin' up by the day, it's not negotiable
For these lines, n***as gotta pay, like I sold a deuce
Sorry, bae, the buffs dark, I ain't even notice you
Say she love me, dawg, I wouldn't believe her even if she showed em proof
He ain't know where the bullets came from, my dawg was on his roof
Yeah, we strapped, keep them poles on me like a photoshoot, huh
Yeah, I know you hatin' on the G.O.A.T., spreadin' rumors
I know she a chooser, b*t*h, you should've said that sooner
I'ma pass her to my dawg, then act like I never knew her
It ain't sh*t, I never sweat her, I ain't Freddie Krueger
b*t*h, I sleep with the 40 like I'm havin' sex with cougars
Keep that b*t*h on me, I ain't gotta call no shooter
Flew your b*t*h out of town, you in the city callin' Ubers
Gave her backshots on the balcony like Martin Luther
Ayy, forty thousand racks on me, I'll blow it right now like I ain't never had nothin'
Gotta keep a strap on me, wish I didn't, but I guess these n***as mad at somethin', huh
n***as mad at somethin', huh
I guess the bag ain't jumpin'
n***as stay mean muggin'
Damn, kid, you so fake, I can't get a hold of you
n***a, go'n send that pape', you want me on a song with you
Price goin' up by the day, it's not negotiable
For these lines, n***as gotta pay, like I sold a deuce
Sorry, bae, the buffs dark, I ain't even notice you
Say she love me, dawg, I wouldn't believe her even if she showed em proof
He ain't know where the bullets came from, my dawg was on his roof
Yeah, we strapped, keep them poles on me like a photoshoot, huh
Yeah, I know you hatin' on the G.O.A.T., spreadin' rumors
I know she a chooser, b*t*h, you should've said that sooner
I'ma pass her to my dawg, then act like I never knew her
It ain't sh*t, I never sweat her, I ain't Freddie Krueger
b*t*h, I sleep with the 40 like I'm havin' sex with cougars
Keep that b*t*h on me, I ain't gotta call no shooter
Flew your b*t*h out of town, you in the city callin' Ubers
Gave her backshots on the balcony like Martin Luther
Ayy, forty thousand racks on me, I'll blow it right now like I ain't never had nothin'
Gotta keep a strap on me, wish I didn't, but I guess these n***as mad at somethin', huh
n***as mad at somethin', huh
I guess the bag ain't jumpin'
n***as stay mean muggin'
