[Intro]
Oh yeah, yeah (Plugs)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Sippin' on purple mud straight out the bottle (Mud)
Slim-thick bitch, yeah, she built like a model
Codeine got me moving slow but it’s full throttle
And I'm blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto' (Beep)
Forty-five hundred grams, stuff ’em in the Tahoe
Backwoods stuffed crust, I could call it soft taco (Yeah)
I might triple-cross the plug, got me feeling like Pablo
I might pull up with the fire, call me "Lonely el Diablo"
Woke up thinking 'bout the guap, getting money all that I know (Guap)
You get hit with Glocks, my shooters don't fuck with rifles (Brrt, bow)
It's funny how I popped now they treat me like an idol
I'm just going through a lot, this movie don't got a title (Plugs)

[Verse]
I just want the money, I don't really care for fame
I'm just going up and I know these things change
Take a band, throw it up, now she dancin’ in the rain
How you switch up on the gang? Damn, I knew you was a lame
Did it all by myself, how you think I got my name?
And I’m still using Percs 'cause they take away the pain
Know it’s gon' hurt when I pull up in a Range
Coupe gon' swerve and we really switching lanes
This a two-seater but I'm in it with the gang
When I’m on the money mission I can't pick up for a lame
Get up on the top floor, it's like we outer space
It's like I love the guap more, I'm really sorry, bae (Yeah, yeah)
Been the same since a jit, no, this shit not a phase (Yeah, yeah)
Call of Duty sticks but this shit not FaZe (Bitch, yeah)
I'm speaking with you, n***a, we, we are not the same
Making money with the bros, man, I love my gang
[Bridge]
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah

[Chorus]
Sippin' on purple mud straight out the bottle (Mud)
Slim-thick bitch and she built like a model
Codeine got me moving slow but it's full throttle
And I'm blowing through these bands like I just hit the lotto'
Forty-five hundred grams, stuff 'em in the Tahoe
Backwoods stuffed crust, I could call it soft taco
I might triple-cross the plug, got me feeling like Pablo
I might pull up with the fire, call me "Lonely el Diablo"
Woke up thinking 'bout the guap, getting money all that I know

[Refrain]
Blowin' through these bands like I just hit the lotto'
Blowin' through these bands like I just hit the lotto'
Blowin' through these bands like I just hit the lotto' (Yeah, yeah)
(Plugs)

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah