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PERFORMING ARTISTS
MUDBABY RU
MUDBABY RU
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
QUINTORIS JOHNSON
QUINTORIS JOHNSON
Songwriter
Paul Penso
Paul Penso
Songwriter
Avery Halliburton
Avery Halliburton
Songwriter
Michael Prince
Michael Prince
Songwriter
William Benoit
William Benoit
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Prince
Michael Prince
Producer
Koncept P
Koncept P
Producer
Avo
Avo
Producer
WillNoSleep
WillNoSleep
Producer
Noel “DamnFiji” Ameha
Mixing Engineer
Tatsuya Sato
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Terry On Da Beatz
Terry On Da Beatz
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(Hahahaha, Avo) (Will, what that is?) (Do you not get the Koncept? Haha) You know it, ayy 40 somethin' reasons Hit the block, left a fuck nigga dead (grrah) He was talkin' too much, shouldn't have said what he said I got pape' if you hit him with lead (phew, phew) Lullaby, how the blicky be singin' to niggas That switchy'll put you to bed (grrah) Uh, hey (uh-uh, ah) Ayy, you can see in they eyes, my lil' niggas some demons We really bump down with them Dracs (fah, grrah-grrah) Walk in your spot and take over your spot Put the K in your face Nigga, empty the safe (ayy, woah) We can't fall out 'bout no pussy, bitches, hoes But we can bump heads 'bout pape' (don't play 'bout the money) Late night creepin', gettin' off in the back of the Lamb' (skrrt) Bet a opp won't hit this gate They say I don't be in the hood, what that be about, nigga? I'm on the block with the guys (I'm on the block with the guys) I don't really fuck with these rappers, them niggas be lyin' (skrrt, skrrt) This shit real life not rhymes (frrt) Long live Pooh, I don't even gotta speak on Wax Niggas know what we did 'bout Nine (he know what we did, okay) He said, "Crack a four," so I'm crackin' a four I'ma ride right or wrong with lil' dude every time (oh, okay, oh, okay) Ride right or wrong with lil' dude off the dribble Wheelchair gang, we'll leave your shit cripple (crip) Opp got hit with a binary chopper (frrt, frrt) That boy thought it was gone, so he totin' in the 'spital (frrt, frrt) Topped me an opp in the top of his shit That boy shoulder was leanin', Young Dro'd me a nigga (what?) Opps ain't hittin' on shit, folk died with a switch Bitch, shoot, stop posin' for pictures He dissed, got big bro smoked in a Swisher (yup) You know we spark shit like a lighter (let's go) Boxed for his life, lil' homie a fighter We hit shit up, then dip in a striker (skrrt) Got 40 mo' reasons why niggas can't play with the gang Nigga, know that we leave shit lifeless (I'm sorry) Head chop him just for thinkin' shit sweet I can march on the G, then we do shit triflin', let's go (let's go) 40 somethin' reasons (yup) Hit the block, left a fuck nigga dead (yup) He was talkin' too much, shouldn't have said what he said (shh) I got pape' if you hit him with lead (yeah, got lead, boy) Lullaby, how the blicky be singin' to niggas That switchy'll put you to bed (fuck nigga playin') 'Fore you play, I'll go eat a spread (uh-uh, uh-uh) Send his ass to the doc', put the boy on the med (ah-ah, yeah) Opp get dropped, l'ma do my lil' dance We posted, 40 somethin' deep in the land (we posted, 40 somethin' deep) My bitch, she bougie, she won't eat the man (phew) But you finna suck what I whip out these pants Amiri's too tight, gotta switch up the brand (phew, phew) Moncler on the jacket, one K on the tag (phew) I been havin' shit, why the fuck I'ma brag You not havin' shit, still broke on your ass (ha) Four-BE, man, splat, you know that I'm killin' for this (let's go) Pull the K by them letters, we catchin' your hat (uh, don't leave your shit on there) We come through fast, chop' hittin' at your head We leave shit bald (bling), Brazilian wax (phew) Can't fuck with a ho that got kids, bae, soon as you leave I'm sorry (I'm sorry), I'm eatin' they snacks (ayy) But I fucked on the opp baby mama, she put me to bed I was shocked how she throwin' it back (throw, let's go) 30 K for the smile, no cap, shit hit (bling) I'm with Belichick, how I'm sendin' the blitz (we go) Shit crazy, I got me a blick from an old head Now I'm the old head givin' out blicks (let's go, let's go) The opps, they hoes, they never on shit They just wanna troll, they got my drop But l'ma pop out on the block with a switch (grrah, phew) These niggas hoes, they shootin' at the bricks 40 somethin' reasons (phew) Hit the block, left a fuck nigga dead (playin') He was talkin' too much, shouldn't have said what he said I got pape' if you hit him with lead (baow, baow, grrah) Lullaby, how the blicky be singin' to niggas That switchy'll put you to bed (how?) 'Fore you play, I'll go eat a spread Send his ass to the doc', put the boy on the meds (grrah) Ayy, Siri who fuckin' with me? Nobody, I don't see no competition (what else?) Got a hundred somethin' shots for the opposition (damn) Catch him loafin', that boy sleepin' with the fishes (for real) Know we wipin' shit down like we doin' dishes (hey) Need a new suit and tie, how we stand on business (what else?) I'ma send the best youngins to go on missions (yeah) Drop a bag on his head and his story finished (okay) Okay, 40 somethin' reasons (phew) Hit the block, left a fuck nigga dead (let's go) He was talkin' too much, shouldn't have said what he said (shh) I got pape' if you hit him with lead (baow) Lullaby, how the blicky be singin' to niggas That switchy'll put you to bed (fah, fah, grrah) 'Fore you play, I'll go eat a spread Send his ass to the doc', put the boy on the meds (phew, grrah) Fuck you mean? What the boy can't take it? Get your ass on Nigga better- Even though he fuckin' murder
Writer(s): Avery Halliburton, Michael Prince, Paul Penso, Quintoris Johnson, William Benoit Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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