Muddy Flow lyrics

[Intro]
We get it in by the load
(This sh*t going platinum)
And I'm always thinking 'bout you
Please don't play with me, n*gga
'Cause I'm still with .380's, uh, uh
(Let that sh*t ride, Eighty8)
We get it in by the—

[Chorus]
We get it in by the load
Ain't gon' talk to me crazy, it's nice or no talkin' at all
I made a million, still in the trenches, if my n*ggas tell me it's up or it's war
Killer, don't push me, he pushed me so I had to kill 'em, I did this sh*t rightfully wrong
God is my witness, the only way I could go broke in this kitchen if I ain't have arms
I want the VVS pendants, the Rollies, the Bentleys, b*tch, why you think I'm goin' hard?
I need the dash to bе digital, roar at the push of a button when I'm pressing start
n*ggas bе pus*y, they fakin', they fraud
Faith in this pistol like it was a God
Hope it ain't pressure 'cause I'm taking all that you cherish the second they give me the nod

[Verse]
Please don't play with me, n*gga
'Cause I'm keeping .380's and pistols inside of the car that I'm racin' and whippin'
sh*t, this how it ended, I be reminiscing, just knowin' that things should be different
And sh*t, you in the sky, I pray you watchin' over me, I'm doing this as a mission
'Til my wrist and my neck is just glistening
I want the Benjamin's, f*ck being intimate
b*tches calling my phone, I ain't hearin' it 'less that sh*t come wit' the bread and the benefits
I got rich, that sh*t made me a menace, they hate me, it come with the life that I'm livin' in
She want red bottoms to kick it in
Want me to fly her to Fountain Inn, b*tch better start from the balls like the Wimbledon
[Chorus]
We get it in by the load
Ain't gon' talk to me crazy, it's nice or no talkin' at all
I made a million, still in the trenches, if my n*ggas tell me it's up or it's war
Killer, don't push me, he pushed me so I had to kill 'em, I did this sh*t rightfully wrong
God is my witness, the only way I could go broke in this kitchen if I ain't have arms
I want the VVS pendants, the Rollies, the Bentleys, b*tch, why you think I'm goin' hard?
I want the dash to be digital, roar at the push of a button when I'm pressing start
n*ggas be fakin', they pus*y, they fraud
Faith in this pistol like it was a God
Hope it ain't pressure 'cause I'm taking all that you cherish the second they give me the nod

[Outro]
(Okay, Joel, that's fire)