Текст песни Muddy! - Slowed - 916Koneko

Grah, Grah, Grah
Grah, Grah Brodie died, I don't know how to feel
Like nigga I'm keepin' it real
Talk disrespect that's how you get killed
You ain't my muddy, you ain't ever killed
They like "Bro why the fuck you tweakin'?"
Like niggas ain't outside creepin'
I clear the block, nigga I'm a demon
So if I did it nigga then I mean it like-
Like wait, like what
Like nigga you ain't ever slide, like nigga keep on tellin' lies
Like don't this nigga gotta die, like-
Like hol' on, If I see you nigga better not run
You act tough when you got a gun
If you don't got it nigga then you done
Like, I don't give a fuck
Niggas hatin' on me, cause they suck
You want smoke nigga, give it up
Watch your homies, nigga that's a must
Like, niggas think it's cool
I go dummy nigga act a fool
Twelve shots make a nigga snooze
Hollows send a nigga to the moon
Like damn
Grah, Grah, Grah, Grah
Like-like, grah, grah
Thought you was with me whole time it was fake
Like, nigga fuck up out the way
Ion' disrespect, leave him where he stay
I don't give a fuck, hit him in his face
I don't need love, that shit really fake
She like a drug, she don't go away
My heart cold, frozen like a lake
I feel pain in a different way
Walk down, hit a nigga we don't play
Fuck that, hit a lick broad day
Scratch that, smoke em' all to the face
Bitch Im a vet stay up out the way
What if your bro turn into a snake
Drugs dont work so i start to pray
Day that i die, make sure mama straight
10 missed calls i just let it ring
Bitches be hoes, what you gotta say?
Catch us a soul, you gon' die today
Ten toes, bitch i'ma keep me a k
Throw up them 4's, i'm forever straight
Long live kay, your tattoo on my face
Niggas ain't real, gotta stay away
One false move, put you in your place
That bitch a hoe, nutted on her face
Bitches like "gwuap never in the mix"
If a opp right here, he get hit
Put a lil' opp right here in my spliff
Callin' on blood, let's go take a risk
One stop, bitch you duckin'
Gotta slide with knocks, and my glock real tucked
With dee money, he shootin' for nothin'
Never spin my block stop bluffin'
Showin' her the bucks, just to fuck for somethin'
Said i'm smoking your dead cause i love it
Mama hate what the fuck i'm becoming
Told her now, but she knew i was bluffin'
On the grip, i'ma forever be clutchin' like+
Gang, gang
On the grip i'll forever be clutchin'
Gang, gang
She call me a menace, from gutters to mutts
Told her he like to get hit in his gut
Lil' nigga from the 'burbs, why he talk like he tough
Bad lil' bitch and she bussin' it up
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