Lyrics Out The Mud - Bonus Track - Niykee Heaton

24 hours
Yeah 7 days a week
Gee I dont get tired I let you other singas sleep
Turn up for the check and yeah i get it out the streets
Hustle like im starving going hard i gotta eat
I get it out the mud, yeah
I get it out the mud yeah
Watch i break my wrist make that water whip
Stretch it out and flip, I'm all about my chips
Get it out the mud yeah
I get it out the mud yeah
Watch i break my wrist, make that water whip
Stretch it out and flip, I'm all about my chips
Turn up in 2 seconds
Get it with music and coke, what I'm stretching
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
Got it jumping up out of the pot and
My clique-ity clucking surrounding my property
I meant to say my clientickity
Numbers officially rickety
Out the mud, nobody did shit for me
Arrogant often I'm bigity
All about money, like what done got into me
Breaking down bricks and we blowing good griggity
Say you ain't feeling me, ought try to killing me
Neighborhood love me, it's hard to get rid of me
My baby mothers are sick of me
I put that dick on 'em
Now they ridiculously saying when I don't come in I'm with a freak bitch
I've been chasing my paper religiously
I'm really in the street, others pretend to be
Let me get off of my grind then I'm feeling me
No one repeatedly coming and getting me out of the mud
I'm the epitomy
I get it out the mud, yeah
I get it out the mud, 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
I get it out the mud
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips