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Lyrics of Out the Mud by Kevin Gates
pre-chorus
24 hours, nigga, seven days a week (a week)
Gee, I don't get tired
I let you other niggas sleep (sleep)
Turn up for that check
And yeah, I get it out the streets (streets)
Hustle like I'm starving
Going hard, I gotta eat (woo)
chorus
I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah)
I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Watch how I break my wrist (ice)
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip (ooh)
I'm all about my chips
chorus
I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah)
I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud
verse
Turn up in two seconds (countdown)
Get it with music and coke, what I'm stretching (wow)
Across the street under a bando
And here with your ho, could get her to go fetch it (here boy)
On the scale, but I call it the ruler
And that's what I'm using my method of measure (streets)
Got it jumping up out of the pot and
My clique-ity clucking surrounding my property (boom)
verse
I meant to say my clientickity (for real?)
Numbers official retickity
Out the mud, nobody did shit for me
Arrogant often I'm bigity (shit)
All about money, like what done got into me
Breaking down bricks and we blowing good grigity
Say you ain't feeling me, oughta try killing me
Neighborhood love me, it's hard to get rid of me (brr)
verse
My baby mothers are sick of me
I put that dick on 'em
Now they ridiculously saying, that when I don't come in I'm with a freak bitch
I've been chasing my paper religiously (ooh)
I'm really in the street, others pretend to be
Let me get off of my grind then it's silly me
No one'll pity me, coming and getting me out the mud
Nigga, I'm the epitome
pre-chorus
24 hours, nigga, seven days a week (a week)
Gee, I don't get tired
I let you other niggas sleep (sleep)
Turn up for that check
And yeah, I get it out the streets (streets)
Hustle like I'm starving
Going hard, I gotta eat (woo)
chorus
I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah)
I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Watch how I break my wrist (ice)
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip (ooh)
I'm all about my chips
chorus
I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah)
I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Watch how I break my wrist (ice)
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip (ooh)
I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud
verse
Money coming, money gotta flip it
I ain't waiting on nobody, I'ma go get it (go get git)
I ain't tripping on a nigga, I'm a gorilla (ooh)
Somebody take something from me, I'm gonna go kill 'em (rrr)
verse
Trap booming hard and I'm serving out the window
Burglar barred up, with a curtain on the window
Face card worth a lot of bands in the hood
Had to leave the dice game, gotta bond-out (turn up)
verse
Sunday coming up, pull the cars out, look
Another 20 grand, told my girl call Nook (what)
Post bail, what the hell got all y'all shook (hello)
Poo hit the line in the drop
Plug went dry, had to take another route (c'mon)
Pulling up, getting it
I done went sickening
Drop no whip, and a nigga gon' vouch (gon' vouch)
Another 4K just stuffed in the couch
verse
Promise I ain't tryna swag, I just got a lot of that
Anybody try me, I'ma put 'em in a body bag (zip)
Follow that, copy that
Pounds in the garbage bag
Backed in the bank, y'all leaving after dropping that (yeah)
Call 'em back, call 'em back
Juug, no falling back (peep)
Quicker than I got it (peep), then I done ran out of that (peep)
My Denim Springs people (peep), little partner outta Walker (peep)
Shitting harder than a bitch, they gon' probably want all of that
pre-chorus
24 hours, nigga, seven days a week (a week)
Gee, I don't get tired
I let you other niggas sleep (sleep)
Turn up for that check
And yeah, I get it out the streets (streets)
Hustle like I'm starving
Going hard, I gotta eat (woo)
chorus
I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah)
I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Watch how I break my wrist (ice)
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip (ooh)
I'm all about my chips
chorus
I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah)
I get it out the mud (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Watch how I break my wrist (ice)
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip (ooh)
I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud
Writer(s): Andre Davidson, Maurice Nathan Simmonds, Marcellus Gilyard, Jermaine Jackson, Andrew Harr, Sean Winston Davidson
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Album • 2014 • 36 tracks
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