Top Songs By Lil Muk
Lyrics
(JD on the Track)
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)
It's stressing me, got momma texting me
Mama they tryna take me out, that's why I bring them weapons in (Weapons in)
I was sleeping on that couch and now I count a hunnid grand (A hunnid grand)
When they see you got some money, swear you got a hundred friends (A hundred friends)
They be quick to say I change but they won't never understand, no
Tired of pressing five and I swear I ain't lighting candles
Young **** still alive so I'm surviving through this sandstorm
This nina got my back, if she ain't with me then it's hands on you
Fuck around get blamed on, hey, fuck his man doing
We be sliding in a van door, them choppas paid for
I cut ties and I got paid more, I'm having brainstorms
Aventador I swear it's main sport, don't even play sports
All these emotions they been treating me, how I been so secretly
High up off the drugs because my feelings been mistreating me
People ain't believe in me, my baby mama leaving me
All this stress been holdin', this take away my decency
This ain't what it's suppose to be, **** can't get close to me
Told you all my secrets, you got mad and start exposing me
Having talks with God because them demons keep controlling me
Since I lost my dawg I swear to God it took my soul from me
I'm having dreams, I let my thoughts get so ahead of me
It's so much drama into it, my integrity
You ain't, who I thought to be and it's upsetting me
I see them, **** and they tryna steal my recipe
Two seater, ride with two heaters (Two heaters)
Rest in peace my **** Cah, swear that boy a true demon
He just wanted us to shine, now my wrist is Aquafina
It's middle fingers to the sky (To the sky), fuck your favors I don't need 'em (I don't need, no)
Huh, stains in a sweatshirt (Shirt)
Baby answer me like, what's your net worth (Worth)
Smoking on the ya, made my chest hurt (Hurt)
Baby boy keep playing, get yo' set hurt
(Put them on a stretcher)
They gon' ride the wave, because they know, that we trendsetters
Hit her from behind, I got her screaming out, her back hurt
Yeah all I do is bomb, no Vietnam, my shooters experts
And yeah I hit decline, because you owe me, pay your debt first (Whoa)
We do the work on the block, heard he want smoke, so we gon' stay on his block
We used to duck from the cops, now I take elevators 'cause I live on the top
You **** is not on my time, get put in her place if a bitch ever get out her line
They know I'm one of a kind, I'm going retarded I think that I'm sick of them all (Sick of them all)
Huh, stains in my sweatshirt (In my sweatshirt)
Baby answer me like, what's your net worth (What's your net worth)
Smoking on the ya, made my chest hurt (It made my chest hurt)
Baby boy keep playing, get yo' set hurt
(Get yo' set hurt, get your set hurt, keep playing, get yo' set hurt, keep playing, get yo' set hurt, baby can you show me what's your net worth)
Written by: Iceberg Beatz, JD On Tha Track, Lil Muk, Runup Rico