Vinny Bands - Muddy Rose Lyrics

Racks on racks I need that dough
Slice like K-I-M-B-O
Used to be a lovin' nigga
Now I can't show love no more
Used to be a lovin' nigga now I can't show love no more
Stacks on stacks
My shit can't fold
Dejavoo and muddy rose
Racks on racks I need that dough
Slice like K-I-M-B-O
Used to be a lovin' nigga
Now I can't show love no more
Used to be a lovin' nigga now I can't show love no more
Stacks on stacks
My shit can't fold
Dejavoo and muddy rose
I blow thru the bag
I ain't trippin'
Bitches know I'm winning plus a nigga hustle like Nip
Me moving round without the maggy
Knowing that I'm havin'
Just don't make a whole lot of sense
Bro gone hit me with the package volume seal rap it
Just to make a whole lot of chips
When god made you he had to put a lil savage
Mixed it with a whole lot of bitch
Get high then a bitch
Then I hop on a flight
So I know that Ima have a Hell of a trip
If I up Glock and make it beat baby niggas gone be thinkin' I'm on Helluva shit
Niggas love beefing for the gram you a never catch me a federal tip
Niggas looking for a handout call 4 -1-1 cause I can't help em with shit
Sad to say when I ain't have no pape
They left me in the rain and my umbrella was bent
But it's okay because I made a way I got a lil damped and niggas thought I was drenched
Every since then solo dolo only f*ck with niggas to a certain extent
I'll pop you in the car my bitch ah push you out you thinking she gave birth in the whip
Niggas saying that we got beef them the same niggas that I ain't know exist
Old head say I'm hard headed I just hit the mall and blew a rack on my fit
Ask about me only eighteen shaking shit I heard you was a regular jit
You gotta face time me my cellular lit
Yo product ain't selling you might as well quit
Stacks in green light it's a go
I can't trust you, you f*cked bro
Fifteen hundred for my buffs not even stitching on my coat
Drop yo ass and then go ghost
Think I love her but I don't
Swear I god I do the most we trapping cause she know I need them
Racks on racks I need that dough
Slice like K-I-M-B-O
Used to be a lovin' nigga
Now I can't show love no more
Used to be a lovin' nigga now I can't show love no more
Stacks on stacks
My shit can't fold
Dejavoo and muddy rose
Racks on racks I need that dough
Slice like K-I-M-B-O
Used to be a lovin' nigga
Now I can't show love no more
Used to be a lovin' nigga now I can't show love no more
Stacks on stacks
My shit can't fold
Dejavoo and muddy rose
This Tee, Yves Saint Laurent,
Cause I be drippin'
And you know I'm so nonchalant
Bitch I'm not trippin'
If you wanna f*ck the guys come on let's get it
When you Ridin with me ain't no such thing as expensive
How you talking bout them streets but you ain't never in em
It's a bunch of different type of Guala in my denim
It ain't no insurance when I tell my Geico get em
Still don't need no nigga doing for me so I'm bomin' with em
Just got high off of the opps I rolled up Robby then I lit em
Niggas looking up to snitches
Master splinter, Stuart little
If you think you f*cking with me then you must be smoking crystal
You a pussy I can see it that's something even my bitch knew
Since I was a Youngin' all I knew was win
Score on the opps and we sliding again
Sipping my juice I be boolin' I'm booted with a bitch name Janet and she sipping Gin
Throwing up B's I'm under the fin
Smoking this crud it's all in my wind
I gotta forty and bro gotta forty we blowing together just like we was twins
I can't show love no more
I ain't never been no hoe
Think I'm gone fold I won't
Think it's sweet I'm gone blow
Racks on racks I need that dough
Slice like K-I-M-B-O
Used to be a lovin' nigga
Now I can't show love no more
Used to be a lovin' nigga now I can't show love no more
Stacks on stacks
My shit can't fold
Dejavoo and muddy rose
Racks on racks I need that dough
Slice like K-I-M-B-O
Used to be a lovin' nigga
Now I can't show love no more
Used to be a lovin' nigga now I can't show love no more
Stacks on stacks
My shit can't fold
Dejavoo and muddy rose