Mucus Flow

(Spaino, Rock Out!) (F*ck It) Mhm, mhm, mhm, yeah okay Mhm, mhm, mhm yeah okay Mhm, mhm, yeah, yeah okay Mhm, mhm, mhm, yeah okay Alright Yeah i'm out my mix, i'm right back outside cause i'm on my shit Never been the gangster type but if he buck we send a blitz These niggas know bout RDB we getting money taking risks If Z.roy say its f*ck you, then its f*ck you, ain't no arguing Sitting back and thinking i'm like "damn i might just pop it" Niggas posting me on instagram pages, oh they just talking (yeah) Niggas knowing i been wanting all this money since a youngin' (yeah) Niggas dying bout this shit so i cant let you take it from me, yeah Real shit, my nigga Kee been living on that drill shit And Mitch had told him chill this shit for real its bad for business Niggas know i love my brother but i cant worry bout how he livin' And Kevin told me chill i said "i cant, i need a million" Juan had seen my demon time person, it get awful Yeah i'm very P, not hugging her i told her ass "get off me!" Love this rap shit, not a one trick pony nigga, I got options This d-boy swag for real, i'm wearing stacked jeans proceed with caution, yeah Said it on my freestyle if he talking then you drop em Promoting bad shit, let me stop Living good ain't got no opps Need a Richard Mille and red keys I'm tryna snatch a 'Hawk She been distant, say she scared of me I hate that we ain't talking Found my swag and now i'm popping They was laughing now they watching Even though i hang 'round dope-boys, serving bags is not an option Whole Atlanta turned to orthodontists, these niggas be flossing Going K4K, i feel like loaded, can't nobody stop me We on different fields but i move like a DB like call me Ricky Go from ten to a hundred like i'm Rod, this shit get sticky Im real playa, when i see my P yeah ima kick it Mucus flow, i'm sick as hell, got in the stu' and i still did it Now tell them niggas wait a minute Still my turn no i'an finished Shovel broke and i'm still digging Selling dope ain't in my image Im the kid who went and did and did, on all my cars the windows tinted I know i'm gone win again, i took a loss but i ain't tripping Popping shit i'm feeling big Im wearing orange like thirty four You should already know what time it is When i walk through the door Grew up wit a lot of shit, but f*ck it nigga i want some mo' I been singing trap music like its glee but i ain't Zo' yeah Mhm, mhm, mhm, yeah okay Mhm, mhm, mhm yeah okay Mhm, mhm, yeah, yeah okay Mhm, mhm, mhm, yeah okay (Haha, You dig it?) (Im Just Kicking my pimpin') (Im Just Kicking my-) (Alright) (Yeah thats hard!)