Stuck in the Mud Digga D
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[Intro]
Look
Yo
[Chorus]
I talk a lot of crud (Crud)
I've drawn a lot of blood (Blood)
He made it out the mud, I'll still put him in the mud (Mud)
It's not a playground thing, but now he's stuck in it (Yeah)
I'll stuff the clip, rise the stick and touch his wig (Baow)
I talk a lot of crud (Crud)
I've drawn a lot of blood (Blood)
He made it out the mud, I'll still put him in the mud (Mud)
It's not a playground thing, but now he's stuck in it (Yeah)
I'll stuff the clip, rise the stick and touch his wig (Baow)
[Verse]
I won't aim the pound at The Wall (Fuck penny up)
I'll aim the tre pound at his head, slap two and watch him fall-
I'll touch him with a .40 chrome and still bring the .40 home
Piggy in the middle of the court, said he brought his phone
I ain't saving ghosts, cell sites said it was sixty seconds (Yeah)
Fuck a Jammy Dodger, I don't step with sticky weapons (Never)
What you niggas reckon, they're just chattin' pure shit?
He tried to run, I stuck it in his back and told him, "You're it" (Yeah)
If I spy a opp, I'm gonna corn him (Bap)
You can't hide when I seek with this 4-fifth (No)
I turn it rock, made it paper from this Forza whiff (Yeah)
Yardman, I'ma use the scissors just to crash the piff (Bill it)
Look
Yo
[Chorus]
I talk a lot of crud (Crud)
I've drawn a lot of blood (Blood)
He made it out the mud, I'll still put him in the mud (Mud)
It's not a playground thing, but now he's stuck in it (Yeah)
I'll stuff the clip, rise the stick and touch his wig (Baow)
I talk a lot of crud (Crud)
I've drawn a lot of blood (Blood)
He made it out the mud, I'll still put him in the mud (Mud)
It's not a playground thing, but now he's stuck in it (Yeah)
I'll stuff the clip, rise the stick and touch his wig (Baow)
[Verse]
I won't aim the pound at The Wall (Fuck penny up)
I'll aim the tre pound at his head, slap two and watch him fall-
I'll touch him with a .40 chrome and still bring the .40 home
Piggy in the middle of the court, said he brought his phone
I ain't saving ghosts, cell sites said it was sixty seconds (Yeah)
Fuck a Jammy Dodger, I don't step with sticky weapons (Never)
What you niggas reckon, they're just chattin' pure shit?
He tried to run, I stuck it in his back and told him, "You're it" (Yeah)
If I spy a opp, I'm gonna corn him (Bap)
You can't hide when I seek with this 4-fifth (No)
I turn it rock, made it paper from this Forza whiff (Yeah)
Yardman, I'ma use the scissors just to crash the piff (Bill it)
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