Текст песни Muddd (feat. Ak-Slim) - Qwiss

Look how we came from
Look how we came from
Look how we came from

Look how we came from the mud
Still got mud in my pants
And I got mud in my heart
Amiri jeans so hard
Bad bitch she be whippin that
You want designer go to work
Don't call me when am on road bad bitch she know i am a break her heart

Look where we came from
Look where we came from yeah
Look where we came from
I got my money from cellphone

Look where we came from
Look where we came from yeah
Look where we came from
We trapin we trap in a cellphone

Young nigga straight from the mud
We still came up with no funds
My opps they still tryna climb up
I left them stuck in the slums
She give me brain like I'm dumb
My bad bitch she know I'm the one
I beat the case on my ones
Nobody showed love but my mom
She wouldn't answer my snap
Now she show love on the gram
Bad little bitch move like a fan
I get it in I'm the man
Where I'm from boy you can't get around
Yeah
I had to give it some sound
With a bag and my glock in my
Trouser
They kept me stuck in the pound
Surprised that I made it this far
Came from a bus I'm a star
Just a young Nigga straight from the block
Had to get up or get lost
Baby girl it's been a while
I need to know if you down
Now you try coming around
Heard you was fucking with clowns

Look how we came from the mud
Still got mud in my pants
And I got mud in my heart
Amiri jeans so hard
Bad bitch she be whippin that
You want designer go to work
Don't call me when am on road bad bitch she know i am a break her heart

Look where we came from
Look where we came from yeah
Look where we came from
I got my money from cellphone

Look where we came from
Look where we came from yeah
Look where we came from
We trapin we trap in a cellphone

Took a half a pill she let me fuck
Bitch we came up from the projects that shit far
I promise mama that we gonna make it out of it
Amiri jeans plane janes that shit hard
Am sorry
Ma heart so cold I'm a break her heart
I told her go work that shit I told her break that pot
See mama grinding everyday that shit gonna break my heart
See me and the millions we all the same you never could tear us apart
Bitches wanna roll
When the money on a role
Mama told me never quit please just stay on a road
The police on my back
The strap under my seat
I see the blue and red lights nigga tryna flee

You know my family got some dreams they want some Bentleys and lambos
And I told em stay patient ma nigga all this shit gonna come true
Shawty said she wants some Gucci and Jimmie choo
I told her shawty gotta hop in the trap house