Lyrics Muddy Flow - Kay Bandz

My cup went dry, pour myself another
That's the mud in me
You would think that Marni made of glue the way it sticks on me
Cocaine residue all in my nails, that trap apart way of me
Tysons type of lawyers, beat up the case they ain't got shit on me
200 on my neck I told that bitch she don't mean shit to me
She still rides the bus, I'm rover truck no she can't sit with me
Bitch I still hit the block with all my jewelry no security
G lock 26 I pray Allah cause he's securing me

Blood money, ask me why I do it, it's the rush for me
Young niggas, never been to college but still got first degrees
Fucking on a bitch she a freak, think she Portuguese
Beefing on the net, straight goof, never get to me
See I got 3 phones, one for the hoes, one for the dough
Third one for the shooters, if it's smoke, I let them know
Shipping all these packs to LA, coast to coast
Niggas still wanna get down to the States across the globe

My cup went dry, pour myself another
That's the mud in me
You would think that Marni made of glue the way it sticks on me
Cocaine residue all in my nails, that trap apart way of me
Tysons type of lawyers, beat up the case they ain't got shit on me
200 on my neck I told that bitch she don't mean shit to me
She still rides the bus, I'm rover truck no she can't sit with me
Bitch I still hit the block with all my jewelry no security
G lock 26 I pray Allah cause he's securing me

I still play with birds, you say the word, I let them dogs go
My niggas known for robbing, selling dope, we love that gun smoke
Your block known for goofies and some rats we know yall all broke
Ain't no politicking, if we see him, let them guns blow
East side, we some big dawgs, yall some felines
Real nigga, if I get caught, ain't no T.I
Free Shotz, bro on lock down, still on Facetime
I'm buying new shit, used to sell dimes, by the street sign
Me I got 3 hoes, a bottom bitch, a one to roll
Third one in the trap, unwrap the keys and cut the dope
Shooters trigger happy, get the load they down to go
I just sold a hunnit, tell the plug I'm buying more

My cup went dry, pour myself another
That's the mud in me
You would think that Marni made of glue the way it sticks on me
Cocaine residue all in my nails, that trap apart way of me
Tysons type of lawyers, beat up the case they ain't got shit on me
200 on my neck I told that bitch she don't mean shit to me
She still rides the bus, I'm rover truck no she can't sit with me
Bitch I still hit the block with all my jewelry no security
G lock 26 I pray Allah cause he's securing me