Roddy Ricch - Out Tha Mud Lyrics

June, you're a genius
Ayy

I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
And I got extended clips for all these f*ck niggas
I'm straight out the mud, I can't f*ck with f*ck niggas
Why he say where he from? I don't give a f*ck, nigga
A lot of y'all switched up on me, I don't trust niggas
I just put my middle finger up, f*ck a f*ck nigga

Ay, gang slide, gang slide, that's what I was doing last year
A lot of people say I'm being humble, nigga, this the last year
Got so many bands, I'm the cashier, ay
A nigga retired the hats, bitch I can't do no cappin' here
And I gotta keep the ratchet with me
Take his knee, got 'em Colin Kaepernick'ing
Puerto rican, she freaky, I bag the bitches
Migos throw me the pussy I'm dabbin' in it
I'm a Crip nigga but I got to fucc my slimes, hmm, hmm, ay
Nike headband, got the check right 'round my mind, hmm, hmm
I just can't f*ck with these f*ck niggas
Sniper look like a goose, I can't duck niggas
I lay down on the pillow with plus three
Talking 'bout how they all wanna f*ck a nigga
I ain't no lick nigga, and I ain't no bitch nigga
My text is a six figures, but I drop that on my whip nigga

I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
And I got extended clips for all these f*ck niggas
I'm straight out the mud, I can't f*ck with f*ck niggas
Why he say where he from? I don't give a f*ck, nigga
A lot of y'all switched up on me, I don't trust niggas
I just put my middle finger up, f*ck a f*ck nigga

I be like "F*ck that nigga he ain't talkin' no money"
If it ain't got twenties, fifties, hunnids, I don't love it
Look at my cup it's double
Doin' donuts in public
And Codeine a hell of a drug
Sometimes a nigga gotta go and say f*ck
Bought a new coupe for her, know my baby love it
Stirrin' the pot like a nigga makin' butter
Holy water just to flip the face up
Natural bitches, I'm like "F*ck make up"
Love my bitches with her Marc Jacobs
She poppin' it, I gotta smash
She trippin' I got her a bag
I'm Crippin' Chanel on the reg'
I ain't got time for these f*ck niggas
Keep a pistol on me, don't try your luck nigga, ay
If you ain't gang, nigga I don't f*ck with you, ay
F*ck your kind nigga, you a f*ck nigga, ay

I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
And I got extended clips for all these f*ck niggas
I'm straight out the mud, I can't f*ck with f*ck niggas
Why he say where he from? I don't give a f*ck, nigga
A lot of y'all switched up on me, I don't trust niggas
I just put my middle finger up, f*ck a f*ck nigga