Mud lyrics

[Intro: YTB Fatt]
I’m ready for it, lil b*tch, im ready for it
Ready for it

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
Lil b*tch, I'm ready for it, lil b*tch, I'm ready for it, lil b*tch, I'm ready for it
Lil b*tch, I'm ready for it, lil b*tch, I'm ready for it, lil b*tch, I'm ready for it
Lil b*tch, I'm ready for it, lil b*tch, I'm ready for it
I rock these oversize jeans so all of this money can fit in my pants
I run it up with the guys, who get out the mud, don't need no advance
Mama told me gotta get it how you live, n*gga don't open your hand
Pops left at a young age, had to grow up and become a man

[Verse 1: YTB Fatt]
Had to grow up and run up these bands
If you up it, then let that b*tch fan
If you show it, then let that b*tch go
And you know that we f*cking your hoe
And you know that we f*cking your b*tch
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We out here in the sticks, wе out here getting rich
Ovеrnight your hoe, overnight your b*tch
Overnight your hoe, overnight your b*tch
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Getting rich
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We out here in the sticks

[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
Lil b*tch, I'm ready for it, lil b*tch, I'm ready for it, lil b*tch, I'm ready for it
Lil b*tch, I'm ready for it, lil b*tch, I'm ready for it, lil b*tch, I'm ready for it
Lil b*tch, I'm ready for it, lil b*tch, I'm ready for it
I rock these oversize jeans so all of this money can fit in my pants
I run it up with the guys, who get out the mud, don't need no advance
Mama told me gotta get it how you live, n*gga don't open your hand
Pops left at a young age, had to grow up and become a man

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
I got that sh*t out the mud, came out the motherf*ckin' can (Can)
These n*ggas wanna be bros, these n*ggas more like fans (Fans)
Smokin' straight out the bowl, n*ggas pop Percs not Xans (b*tch)
It's not even christmas slime, got a ho-ho-ho & her friends (Friends)
Mike jack b*tch, i’m a thriller
Moon walking, i don’t know how to dance
It's a Maybach truck not a van, at the six, lil' b*tch, Gods plan
Better not disrespect Gods hand, he was mad when i went right hand
Off-White b*tch look mad tan
Green Richard Mille, Ben-10
In the trenches, we broke, pitch in
Whip white, Off-White in the kitchen
FN and it came with extension
Pop out, rock out, with your mrs
Stay here, she don’t know what she missing
Private p, for the distance
Tryna meet, Keep on dissing
Hide and seek, imma get them
[Chorus: YTB Fatt]
Lil b*tch, I'm ready for it, lil b*tch, I'm ready for it, lil b*tch, I'm ready for it
Lil b*tch, I'm ready for it, lil b*tch, I'm ready for it, lil b*tch, I'm ready for it
Lil b*tch, I'm ready for it, lil b*tch, I'm ready for it
I rock these oversize jeans so all of this money can fit in my pants
I run it up with the guys, who get out the mud, don't need no advance
Mama told me gotta get it how you live, n*gga don't open your hand
Pops left at a young age, had to grow up and become a man