Thats My Muddy lyrics

[Intro: Kay Flock]
Grrah-grrah, huh
Grrah-grrah, huh
Don't run, don't trip, like
Don't run, don't trip
(Yeah)

[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
If you double it up, Dougie takin' that pack (Pack)
Pray to my mother I would never lack (Lack)
I done shot n*ggas who ain't get back (They ain't get back)
Two shots, "Baow, baow", make 'em collapse (Baow, baow)
I know C-HII be quick to attack
b*tch, I climb over gates just to shoot at the hats (Don't run, don't run)
Hol' on, and I stay with a Hat, like
Run up, that boy, getting clapped, look (Grrah-grrah)
And it sit on my lap (And it sit on my—)
Try and run in that pus*y, get—
Like, one false move, hop out, I attack (Like, what?)

[Verse 2: RockGang Dah]
Ayo Kay, that's a opp, I shoot him in his back
I'ma slide in your block, I pull up in all black
Fah, pop a opp just like a flat
Red dot, green dot, he runnin' like he Flash
If that boy try to flex, I'm poking from his back
When I walk in CVS, I'm leaving with a pint
Pew-pew, keep a strap just like a dyke
I just popped two percs and f*cked this b*tch all night
I just scored a paint of red and poured up in a Sprite
Got some bloody's uptop, they always send a kite, huh
f*ck the opps, they tryna diss me
Kay Flock keep a stick, you run up, sh*t get sticky
If you slide on my block, I bet you never miss me
When I up the .45, he dancing like he Diddy
I'ma slide with 30 clip and shoot him in his kidney
RGD, I got the drip, ya b*tch she wan' lick me
He got lined by a thot, we killed him with a .50
I just poured a 5 ounce, my Fanta lookin' filthy
n*ggas never outside, these pus*y n*ggas kill me
[Verse 3: Kay Flock & Dougie B]
Get the drop to his function, bet I make it litty
DOA, Sev Block where she poppin' her titty
Lil b*tch tote the knocker, better not move mixy
Spin 'til I'm dizzy, ain't talking no Blixky
Kay-Kay point his fingers, now they running Ricky (Ricky)
Tell her, "Get shiggy, lil' baby", no jiggy
Got a baddie, she shaking like Nicki (Nicki)
Need a Keisha when sh*t getting sticky
Bring a lil' smoochie to go [?] with me
She tried to up too, ain't passing no sitchy (Baow, baow)
Like, after this you better lick me (b*tch)
We get muddy, I tell her no tipsy (Lil' b*tch)
Me and Dougie the evil twins, b*tch I'm the demon
So if you want us, come and get with me, like (Come get with me, n*gga)
That's my muddy, we go 50 for 50 (50 for 50)
Doing hits out of stolley's or renty (Renty)
b*tch, I'm Structure, I ain't talking no Bizzy

[Verse 4: RockGang Dah]
I'll slide in your block, I'm flockin' with the semi
Ayo, bro, that's an opp, put shots right in his belly
In the spot it get hot, but I ain't talking no Nelly
And your b*tch be f*cking, treeshing in the telly
You can ask about RGD, I put in work
Me and Kay spot an opp, we put him on a shirt
f*ck your mans, we put him in the dirt
Pew-pew, I'm shooting like I'm Durk
When I'm f*cking your b*tch, she lifting up her skirt
Get the drop from a thot, we gotta make it work
Ayo, bro, that's an opp, we pop him like a perc
I'ma up the .45 and put holes in his shirt
All my opps is popped, they bums, they smoking dirt
And I'm getting to the bag, these b*tches they tryna flirt
I just found five claims and spent it on a shirt
I just popped me a perc, a 30, got me busting
Ima slide on the opps with Dougz, we got them running
RGD, I got them racks, I got the plug in London
Put a shot to his top, I gave him a concussion
[Verse 5: Kay Flock]
Smoking on who? Show you what these slugs 'bout
Munna a demon, flocking sh*t on Clubhouse
Spinnin' with 80s, them lil' n*ggas bugged out
Lil Notti, he bringing them guns out
He said, "Flocka, it's time to have fun now"
First O he get, he see, he getting gunned down
If the gun jam up, he getting bunked down
Gun with a beam, we don't miss, that's a touchdown
Tried to duck out of luck, now he rushed now
Woke up at six after Locko, got punched down

[Outro: Kay Flock]
Like, grrah-grrah
Woke up at six at the locker, got punched down
He said it was lit, got crushed down