Mud Musik lyrics

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Half a pint for my two liter, I just slow sip
Dis that mud drink, my rarri go hard in the paint
Pulled up flexin right, Hopped out flexin ice
n*ggers would give their life, just to live my life
b*tches yelling loud, walking through the crowd
With a triple cup, P-P-Pour me up
Bird Gang clique,Flags in the sky
Walking through the crowd, I swear to god I’m in sky
Astronaut high, I’m that guy
Stacks on stacks, racks on racks
I keep mud on standby
Got some real n*ggers that you can’t even stand by

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I just slow sip, P-P-Pour me up
Styrofoam cup, T-T-Tripled up
Dis that mud drink, four ounces in my one liter
Dis that mud drink, half a pint for my 2 liter
P-P-Pour me up styrofoam cup, Tripled up
Dis that mud music, dis that mud drank
Styrofoam cup, T-T-Tripled up

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Styrofoam cup, we pourin' up
Gucci.. Flock, blowing up
We’re so f*cking up
All our foes they be ducking us
I'm a Jack boy, you’re a jackass
You must dress in the dark with your tacky ass
I'm big Gucci, Gu-wop, got 80 grand in my khaki pants
1017, yeah that's my team, BSM yeah that's my scene
I’m a millionaire, is reality
You want a mill, yeah that's a f*cking dream
I'm on mine,… don’t watching…
I’m too hot, … I’m too fly
…n*gga I’mma buy my bread
I don’t want no pus*y girl, give me head
We ain't even got to stop to use the bed
Ain’t no need to f*ck up my spread
I’m drinking, I’m thinking
All the real n*ggers we’re linking
..got me famous, Gucci!
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I just slow sip, P-P-Pour me up
Styrofoam cup, T-T-Tripled up
Dis that mud drink, four ounces in my one liter
Dis that mud drink, half a pint for my 2 liter
P-P-Pour me up styrofoam cup, Tripled up
Dis that mud music, dis that mud drank
Styrofoam cup, T-T-Tripled up

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
This that Kickstand campaign, over their heads like an airplane
Bring your girl to the club round me and my n*gga's then she fair game…
I'm 2 Chainz, I’m too much
Every time I f*ck her I give two nuts!
Everytime you see me, I'm with two sl*ts
I ain’t eatin' her out unless the coochi cut
Promethazine contraband, tell them folks we'll contraband
BrickSquad.. Duffle-bag, bunch of knucklehead n*gga's saying f*ck the feds
Got bread long like Subway, Louis' on, un-lace 'em
And I ain't talking money when I hit you with this one k.(Brrrap)
I need two more, two liters, I got bass like two speakers
It must be do-or-die, cause these n*gga's out here po-pimping!
All we’re doing is slow sipping
I be on that codeine, got four zips
About to pour it on his ice-cream
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
I just slow sip, P-P-Pour me up
Styrofoam cup, T-T-Tripled up
Dis that mud drink, four ounces in my one liter
Dis that mud drink, half a pint for my 2 liter
P-P-Pour me up styrofoam cup, Tripled up
Dis that mud music, dis that mud drank
Styrofoam cup, T-T-Tripled up