Lyrics Head Up Chest Out - Kuddy Moneybag

Came home to a zip broke it down in pieces straight to
The projects were the killas greet you I'm in the back
Of the trap where the geek's meet you if it's hot uptown
I move the trap to beech I be cutting the hank they still
Say its either Shine giving niggaz methods should of been
A teacher cell phone keep jumping bitch off the heater got
A call from my dawg herd you got it cheaper I gotta holla
At you tho its something bout your peoples they gotta
Bounty on ya head an niggaz tryna reach ya young niggaz
On my line tryna get a feature Blakkface out that county i'm
My cousins keeper

Head up chest out an don't cap with
Niggaz Kuddy Money go hard well
Known gorilla in a deuce on them
4z im'a trap nigga sliding through
With a forty on my lap nigga

Bought a chevy for a cool stack a couple plays an ima make
It back first round they say im going back looking up but i
Ain't looking back my own niggaz caked me broke when i
Was on my back them same niggaz want me front em now
I got the sack the game tought me ain't no friends when you
Counting rack these niggaz try to stalk your pockets when
You chasing stacks Kuddy get it out the mud ain't no doubting
Facts how these niggaz say they real when they fuck with rats
Most these niggaz say they real then they turn rat I'm just tryna
Get a deal an hope they free Black I'm just tryna catch a break
An hope they free black

Now my name popping up like chicken
Grease yeah I came up rocking Duckhead
With a starch crease project baby in the
Mourning eating cream of wheat free lunch
Baby promised I ain't never miss a beat

Three chains on my neck like a rap nigga throw back Buccaneers
Warren Sap nigga still taking chances betting on the craps nigga
If you don't get it out the mud you a house nigga how you
Getting rich setting on the couch nigga on the internet chasing
Clout nigga i'm concrete real street catch me on the pavement
I got some money calling most them niggaz faking an i don't
Pay attention when them niggaz hatting never knock the
Hustle focused on the bacon real g nigga addicted to the paper
Real g nigga addicted to the paper

Now my name popping up like chicken
Grease yeah I came up rocking Duckhead
With a starch crease project baby in the
Mourning eating cream of wheat free lunch
Baby promised I ain't never miss a beat