[Pre-Chorus]
24 hours, nigga, seven days a week (A week)
Gee, I don't get tired
I let you other niggas sleep (Sleep)
Turn up for that check
And yeah I get it out the streets (Streets)
Hustle like I'm starving
Going hard, I gotta eat (Woo)
[Chorus]
I get it out the mud (Yeah, yeah)
I get it out the mud (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Watch how I break my wrist (Ice)
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip (Ooh)
I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud (Yeah, yeah)
I get it out the mud (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips
[Verse 1]
Turn up in two seconds (Countdown)
Get it with music and coke, what I'm stretching (Wow)
Across the street under a bando
And here with your ho, could get her to go fetch it (Here boy)
On the scale, but I call it the ruler
And that's what I'm using my method of measure (Streets)
Got it jumping up out of the pot and
My clique-ity clucking surrounding my property (Boom)
I meant to say my clientickity (For real?)
Numbers official retickity
Out the mud, nobody did shit for me
Arrogant often I'm bigity (Shit)
All about money, like what done got into me
Breaking down bricks and we blowing good grigity
Say you ain't feeling me, oughta try killing me
Neighborhood love me, it's hard to get rid of me (Brr)
My baby mothers are sick of me
I put that dick on 'em
Now they ridiculously saying, that when I don't come in I'm with a freak bitch
I've been chasing my paper religiously (Ooh)
I'm really in the street, others pretend to be
Let me get off of my grind then it's silly me
No one'll pity me, coming and getting me out the mud
Nigga, I'm the epitome
24 hours, nigga, seven days a week (A week)
Gee, I don't get tired
I let you other niggas sleep (Sleep)
Turn up for that check
And yeah I get it out the streets (Streets)
Hustle like I'm starving
Going hard, I gotta eat (Woo)
[Chorus]
I get it out the mud (Yeah, yeah)
I get it out the mud (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Watch how I break my wrist (Ice)
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip (Ooh)
I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud (Yeah, yeah)
I get it out the mud (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips
[Verse 1]
Turn up in two seconds (Countdown)
Get it with music and coke, what I'm stretching (Wow)
Across the street under a bando
And here with your ho, could get her to go fetch it (Here boy)
On the scale, but I call it the ruler
And that's what I'm using my method of measure (Streets)
Got it jumping up out of the pot and
My clique-ity clucking surrounding my property (Boom)
I meant to say my clientickity (For real?)
Numbers official retickity
Out the mud, nobody did shit for me
Arrogant often I'm bigity (Shit)
All about money, like what done got into me
Breaking down bricks and we blowing good grigity
Say you ain't feeling me, oughta try killing me
Neighborhood love me, it's hard to get rid of me (Brr)
My baby mothers are sick of me
I put that dick on 'em
Now they ridiculously saying, that when I don't come in I'm with a freak bitch
I've been chasing my paper religiously (Ooh)
I'm really in the street, others pretend to be
Let me get off of my grind then it's silly me
No one'll pity me, coming and getting me out the mud
Nigga, I'm the epitome
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