Out the Mud lyrics

[Chorus: Bravo the Bagchaser]
All my life, me and my bro been plottin' on a jug
We been out here tryna make it out the mud
Ain't nobody show us love
So who is there to trust?
Who is there to trust?
All my life, me and my bro been plottin' on a jug
We been out here tryna make it out the mud
Ain't nobody show us love
So who is there to trust?
Who is there to trust?

[Verse 1: Bravo the Bagchaser]
Aye
Dirty muddy got me sleepwalkin'
When nobody bang my line all I heard was the streets callin'
All I heard was the cheese callin'
All my p's and q's but all I heard was the p's callin'
I need the dough, I need the dope, b*tch
If you ain't got it for me then you gotta go, b*tch
I'm tryna get this money, I can't have a broke b*tch
And these broke boys dumb, they make no sense
Aye

[Verse 2: Bravo the Bagchaser]
Bravo got caught up in the street life
And n*ggas start doing wrong cause sh*t couldn't be right
So how the f*ck I'm 'posed to think right?
I be thinking late at night, dawg
I can't even sleep right
[Bridge: Bravo the Bagchaser]
We gon' make it out the mud
Ain't nobody show us love
We gon' make it out the mud
Ain't nobody I can trust

[Verse 3: Bankroll Baby]
See, I'on know if I could f*ck with you
And I'on know if I been trippin' or a n*gga got some trust issues
But I'on know who to trust
See, I'on know if you gon' slide
I'on know if you gon' bust
Break In Records, that's a label, n*gga
We gettin' money then we bring it to the table, n*gga
Pink fifties, blue hunnids, I need all that
So tell your b*tch slide through that n*gga fall back
You know a n*gga f*ck if you don't get no call back
But I don't want your b*tch so n*gga take your bra back
Cause I be gettin' money, and ain't no b*tches finna stop that
And ain't no n*gga finna stop that

[Verse 4: Bankroll Baby]
And on the low
I been plottin' on a come-up
I heard you plottin', too
f*ck a n*gga run up
Cause I been plottin' on a jug
I been plottin' on a lick
Yeah, I been plottin' on some sh*t
[Verse 5: Bankroll Baby]
But I'on know who to trust
That's why a n*gga keep a gun
Yeah, you know I keep that thang on me
Cause I'on know if they gon' ride or they gon' change on me
But am I wrong? Could you really throw that blame on me?
Cause life done dropped a whole lot of f*ckin' weight on me
It took my n*gga, yeah, my dawg, with my main homies
Free BLE$, yeah we working on your way, home g

[Verse 6: Bankroll Baby]
So no more stressin'
This ain't a song, it's a message
And if you hear it, that's a blessin'
So no more stressin'
This ain't a song, it's a message
And if you hear it, that's a blessin'