Heavy Bankroll - Out Da Mud Lyrics

Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got iiiiiiitttttt!
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)

Blackhaven that's what raised me
Ramen noodles and some sardines
Now a nigga wearing balmain
Nine hundred for these damn jeans
Tryin to eat, I got yams and greens
Purple syrup and a can of beans
Front yard full tramps and fiends
Trap jumpin like a tram-o-line
You can get trampled
When dem zombies for runnin up homie for wake up call
All dem diamonds on me in the projects, nigga they ain't fake at all
If I front you sumthin you betta run me mine or imma break you off
Shawty say she wanna f*ck a real nigga well bitch take it off
Call up my plug and say don't fail me now (I need all dat homie)
If I go to jail my nigga just bail me out (Come get me right quick)
Call up my plug and say don't fail me now!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got iiiiiiitttttt!
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)

Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got iiiiiiitttttt!
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)

I make my own plays, f*ck my own hoes, call my own plugs
Write my own rhymes, make my own beats, sell my own drugs
Niggas talkin down on me, my nigga then it's no love
Lil kevin and vanna gotta eat
So imma be out in these streets
I'm sellin whatever that's poppin bruh!
You do the opposite
Play wit papers my shooters gon pop up and pop at cha
HBE that's tha mafia, feds watchin wit binoculars
Stop it nigga, ain't no stoppin us
Big lobster no tilapia,
I'm makin plans somewhere that's tropical
Runnin up bands, I got a lot of'em
I'm overweight but my pockets in shape
I'm tryin to pull up in sumthin like a wraith
So I'm makin plays, no time for a date, For real! (yeah)

Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got iiiiiiitttttt!
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)

Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got iiiiiiitttttt!
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)
Got it out da mud. I got it (Got it!)