Muffin Man lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Do you know the Muffin Man?
Do you know the Muffin Man? The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man
Alright
That n*gga disloyal and a snake, so it's f*ck him
Alright, watch this, this a straight run, like, I'ma let 'em know I how do it

[Verse]
That n*gga disloyal and a snake, so it's f*ck him
Westside 7 Mile, but I'm ballin' like the Ruckus
Yeah, I'm smokin' out the pint and I'm sippin' out the 'bow
I get the whole wrap, n*gga, sh*t, I feel like Shawty Lo
High as hell, a sleepwalker, sh*t, it tastes like candy
Up close with the switch, sh*t, I damn near fanned him
Them bullets get to grabbin' n*ggas' neck like Randy
Got an island in my kitchen, they could see the whole family
My b*tch left, but I don't give a f*ck, rеd back
Boy, it better be thе Angels if you wear a red hat
I got Santa on a plane, he gon' bring the yams back
You in the crib with your mama, in there gettin' yelled at
I got thirty seals, I'm 'bout to drink a raw deuce
b*tch, I'm rich as hell, in my Benz eatin' fruit
That lean did him bad, he 'bout to have a missing tooth
Paid twenty thousand more just to have a missing roof
Eight hundred stacked up, we be lookin' eye to eye
I'ma keep buyin' cars, I'ma never need a ride
She been f*ckin' everybody, that's just word around town
Man, these n*ggas lame as hell, they could never hang around
I'm 'bout to run up forty M's real quick, just watch me
It's 'bout a quarter mill' in jewelry and a hundred in my pockets
Got some fresh credit cards like I picked a n*gga pocket
Them n*ggas wanna be just like me, they been watchin'
Yeah, my heart purple, yeah, my cup too
AMG Benz, six digit coupe
I don't do the rims, when I drive, I get loose
Put some syrup in the pop, now I call it juice
This weed so strong, I be coughin' and wheezin'
Ho on wrong type sh*t, she be beggin' and pleasin'
Ninety inch TV, sh*t big for no reason
Runnin' sh*t like the mob, play with us, we get even
sh*t ain't really nothin', he'll be dead in a minute
You gotta cut some n*ggas off, everybody don't get it
Gettin' rich like a song, everybody won't listen
Lame n*ggas pay for pus*y, they can't even pay attention
[Outro]
Can't pay attention
Do you know the Muffin Man? The Muffin Man, the Muffin Man
I'ma get—
Ayy, look
I'ma get high as I can, as high as I can, as high as I can