Out the mud (feat. BcyCris)

(Hollon) Hop out the coupe, Shoot through the back I was dead broke, Now i got racks Stackin' them hundreds, Got blues on my lap All of my niggas came straight from the trap We aint no rats, But we chasin' the cheese Hollow tips on me, They make yo ass bleed I get to that money like money machine I get to that money, I get to that green I get to that paper, I get to that loot Im in the trap right now in the stu You need you a pack you get served in the stu You need you a pack you get served in the booth Come get you one, You might get two Bagchasinyoungin's, you know thats the crew Bagchasinyoungin's, You know we the truth Came out the mud im not talking about roots Came out the mud, We aint talking about roots Blowing that pistol just like its a flute Ridin' with my shooters in a four door coupe I drop the top and shoot through the roof I shoot through the roof, and I shoot through the gate I got a pack to pick up from Las Vegas I can't f*ck with niggas, niggas be hatin' Smoking on gas, Smoking on Gary Payton Hop in the whip, Bitch you know that we racin' We in the trap right now in a vacant We might come raid you aint talking Las Vegas We got them strap's just like we the Navy Eating on steak, potatoe's, and gravy Trap everyday, I never get lazy This drank got me lazy (yuh, yuh) You nigga's be having on chains, but them bitches fugazi Bitches fugazi Shoutout my nigga O3, yeah that nigga go brazy (yeah) That nigga go brazy, When tommy out yeah, this shit gon get crazy This shit gon get crazy, This shit gon get hectic Walk out the trap with my favorite weapon Bagchasinyoungin's , you know we stay flexin' Chasin' that bag, You know how we steppin' I'm straight out the south, Oak Cliff, Texas 22 Beckley, you know what i'm reppin' I just got some shoes, so you know that i'm steppin I just got some shoes, I hope i don't crease em' I heard that you taxin' and I got em' cheaper Boom! powerbomb fell like Batista Call up the reaper i'm talking bout O3 Ridin' with pounds, Gotta stay from the police I shoot with a fade bitch i feel like im kobe, i feel like im Kobe, i'm feelin' like Jordan Fuckin' that bitch till that bitch feel important Just got a new pack, And now i gotta extort it We slidin' to Vegas, We slidin' to Florida You smokin' on grams, I smoke on a quarter She givin' me brain till she get a disorder You want you a pack, Come place you a order Pack came in, Over the border The pack came in from over the sea's You niggas they hatin', They hatin' on me Why is they hatin', I can tell that they jealous Trappin alot I guess I got a fetish I got a fetish for sellin these rock's Sellin these rock's, Straight off the block Go in the trap and I skirt off the pot I got some shit that'll knock off ya top Play with Bagchasinyoungin's you get dropped I got the drop, The drum hold alot We kick down the door, We take what you got I up with the glock, That bitch got a red dot Cant f*ck with the snakes, Them nigga's be plottin' (Aye) (That's it)