Muddd (feat. Ak-Slim)

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 f*ck 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