Muscle lyrics

f*ck it up, b*tch
Aye, aye, aye
f*ck it up
Aye, aye
f*ck it up, b*tch
Aye, aye, aye
f*ck it up, b*tch
If you f*ck with us
Then you stuck with us, b*tch
If you f*ck with suckas
Then you duck with suckas, b*tch
(Aye,aye)

I ain't lookin' for no handout
I rather kick the door, and run up in yo damn house
You say that that's yo man, that's yo man now
That's yo man in the beginning
But that's yo man when it ends out [?]
He said a n*gga workin'
Got killed before he brought the work in
Backdoored em', n*ggas smurkish
20 bands on his head
One n*gga killed him for a bourbon
(Yeah)
Yo man, he's yo man now
20 bands on yo head, you gon' find out who yo mans now
His man left him man down
Gave em' a headshot and his mans the only man round'
We don't play fair
(Yeah)
It ain't safe here
(Yeah)
Gun smoke, yellow tape here
(Yeah)
n*ggas get killed broad day here
(Yeah)
Give it up, I know the safe here
Don't even reach
Cause I'll teach; you'll stay here
(Yeah)
Hit a lick for like 8 G's
Cash it on on some cubans
Now, I dare a n*gga to take these
Fake chain? What?
b*tch, please!
I ain't yo mans, that's yo BD with them fake D's
You tryna break the b*tch's jaw, break the b*tch's jeans
You tryna f*ck up her guts, I f*ck up her knees
She like "daddy, you disgusting--bust it in my weave."
And had you cash out on a bundle--that b*tch so sleeze
(Ha)
That's why I never trust a b*tch
I just f*ck a b*tch
(Aye)
I'll never love a b*tch
Aye, aye, aye
f*ck it up, b*tch
Ain't no movement in the city that could f*ck with us, b*tch
We got the money, respect, and the muscle up, b*tch!
Aye, aye, aye
f*ck it up, b*tch
Ain't no movement in the city that could f*ck with us, b*tch
We got the money, respect, and the muscle up, b*tch!

(Gang, gang, gang--Corkoland crazy!)