[Intro: FMB DZ]

They mad at me

Wonder why they mad at me

That tool, 'cause they mad at me

Know they mad at me

Wonder why they mad at me

Know they mad at me

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]

Granny asked me what I wanna be, I said, "Kingpin"

I be on that make-a-million-dollars-with-your-team shit

Loyalty is royalty, nigga, ain't no ho in me

Monkey on my back, can't let the devil get control of me

Sick of all these niggas, talkin' like they bitches

Look at all these bitches, fuckin' like they niggas

Grew up in the trenches, raised around the killers

They had the block jumpin' three for ten with them nickels

Mama wanted me to stay in school to be a good boy

But I had plans of gettin' rich off them good boys

Always down bad, I got a thing, that's all it took, boy

Rerock in the kitchen doin' his thing, he done cooked, boy

I'll blow your brains if he don't play about a book, boy

I'd never run unless I'm dipin' from the hook, boy

Ain't fuckin' with no lame nigga, Turnaround Gang, nigga

I'd blow your brains out if you reach for anything, nigga

RIP Uncle Mud, shit'd never be the same, nigga

Real nigga Blood, phone all through my veins, nigga

Gotta get a mil' the only thing on my brain, nigga

If you listen close to my voice, you hear my pain, nigga

[Chorus: FMB DZ]

Bitch

New drop off the lot, bitch, we ain't that

Whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad

R.I.P Uncle Mud, we gon' act bad

My niggas got it out the mud, so we ain't that

New drop off the lot, bitch, we ain't that

Whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad

R.I.P Uncle Mud, we gon' act bad

My niggas got it out the mud, so we ain't that

One time for freaky Ray, that's my mud brother

[Interlude: Uncle Muddy]

Sip, sippin' on some, yeah

Sippin' on some (You know I sip that drank for real, nigga)

You know they call me out the mud, you know I might pull out ten pints out that bag, yeah, and trinket

Ain't sellin' nothin'

[Verse 3: FMB DZ]

One time for freaky Ray, that's my mud brother

I'm the type to fuck your mama, I'm a motherfucker

Big bag down the way, that shit real heavy

Big dog, I came a long way from gettin' petty

Never did no ho shit, my heart wouldn't let me

I'd rather do a hundred years before I let them stretch me

Take them bitches on the run before I let 'em catch me

Starin' at your bitch through these bushes, she lookin' hella sexy

Fucked her and her friend, yeah, I'm too messy

Four-five to his head leave him too messy

Who stress at all times, bitch, I'm through jeffin'

Face-to-face for now, I'm for them plays, bitch, I'm through textin'

Keep that tool on, I can't move wrong

I get blues gone, talk on two phones

I keep big guns, I like big drums

They say so much money on the floor I gotta get some

[Chorus: FMB DZ]

New drop off the lot, bitch, we ain't that

Whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad

R.I.P Uncle Mud, we gon' act bad

My niggas got it out the mud, so we ain't that

New drop off the lot, bitch, we ain't that

Whole eight, one pop, it sound that bad

R.I.P Uncle Mud, we gon' act bad

My niggas got it out the mud, so we ain't that

One time for freaky Ray, that's my mud brother