MUH

[MUH:]
I been trynna go out and bust me a move
Bad bitch like olives, way she salty and smooth
Put that G-string to the side only if you approve
I love eating up that pussy I would call it some food
I would never ever make up a dumb ass excuse
Ever since the 6th grade, I been acting a fool
Ever since the 5th grade, I been stocked up on food
I been writing since the 4th grade, my pen has improved and still

I don’t know shit, but my pen rocks
I been at the bottom of my mental near the bedrock
Got a couple baddies at the crib who make thе bed rock
I know a couple jits who been bustin’ out they drеadlocks
Smoking out they dreadlocks
Imma have to put a pussy in a fucking headlock
Shots, we got red dots
Shots, fuck the Red Sox
I been selling everyday (what) to like 10 blocks
They talk about the money, I don’t talk, 'cause I get lots

5 of the homies in the whip, windows down
Love the cold night air, and we all smoking loud
And I head back to the crib with my bitch, she look so fucking gorgeous, I love the way she sound
When I stroke her right
Man I can tell that she in love by the way she goes down
I’m so high, I’m happy, won't take my head out these clouds
I’m so high, I’m happy, won't take my head out these clouds
Aye, pass that shit to Darwin yo
[408 Darwin:}
Yeah, oh
I been on my grind for a minute
Ain't no room in my heart, 'cause my rhymes going in it
Cold nights, when it's dark, catch a vibe if you feel it
In the ride with my n***as, catch a 9 if you trippin'
.45 in the Smith n'-
35 bullets in it
He get lined for a dime, hit his mom, we ain't missin'
Seen his eyes rollin' back, hit his spine, he ain't living
It's some real cold nights for his mom and his children
But shit
All my n***as gotta stay tucked
Lotta blue faces in my pockets n***a, caked up
I just left the valley with a baddie and she caked up
Hit her for a hour now she mad about her makeup, damn

All my n***as gotta stay tucked
Lotta blue faces in my pockets n***a, caked up
I just left the valley with a baddie and she caked up
Hit her for a hour now she mad about her makeup, damn

[MUH:]
5 of the homies in the whip, windows down
Love the cold night air, and we all smoking loud and-
Ha, yeah
Uh, yeah
I love those cold nights bruh
Yeah, ha
It's MUH