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From Da Mud
69
Hip-Hop/Rap
From Da Mud was released on August 27, 2025 by 300 Entertainment as a part of the album Pain 2 Profit
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Release DateAugust 27, 2025
Label300 Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM77

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MazziOmerta
MazziOmerta
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony McCoy
Anthony McCoy
Songwriter
Germaziay Whitner
Germaziay Whitner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trayvian Clay
Trayvian Clay
Mixing Engineer
247 Ant
Producer

Lyrics

(This one ride right here, Ant)
Ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah-ah (Muddy, muddy)
Ah-ah, ah (Muddy, muddy)
Ah
Huh, walk in the club, with my pockets on swole and them diamonds that stare at a **** (Ah-ah, ah)
He shouldn't have played with the kid, now he gettin' exposed, give a fuck, I don't care for a **** (I don't care, ah-ah, ah)
**** stamped 'cause they post up with guns, we scared them, ain't stuntin' now (Ain't stuntin', ah-ah, ah)
I shoot my shot, won't hit no run, sent brodie 'nem go step on him (Go step on him)
Draco come with what?
I come from the mud, now I got me a buzz (I got me a buzz), he wish he could (He can't)
Can't hide how bad she is, I'm stiff right now, bitch can't get a hug (Get no hug)
I was finna drop they nuts, now drop a load, bitch, strapped up like a rock a bug (Uh-huh)
Too many sticks right now, get caught, you hear that sound? (Uh-huh, ah-ah)
Ah-ah, ah, ah
Bitch, where you goin'? (Where you goin'? Ah-ah, ah)
It ain't no runnin' (Ah-ah, ah)
He had it comin' (Ah-ah)
Know he get caught out of bounds, that boy is dead meat (Dead meat)
Knowin' this war is war, I won't spare you so please don't spare me (Don't spare me)
No, you can't pull my card, really me, so you can't check me (Can't pull my card)
They tell me beef not healthy, like Boston, can you help me? (Can you help me?)
I ain't even gotta tell bro to shoot, if I say it's a go, then they see it through (Then they see it through)
One on one, you bring your gun, nobody else, just me and you (Just me and you)
I'm tired of trollin', let's have some fun, a honeybun straight through your roof (That shit go poof)
Or I can drop a hundred bucks, a hundred guns blow like a flute (Somethin' like fifty, know what to get)
Ah-ah, ah, ah (Mm, mm)
Bitch, where you goin'? (Ah-ah, ah)
It ain't no runnin' (Ah-ah, ah)
He had it comin' (He had it comin', ah-ah)
Written by: Anthony McCoy, Germaziay Whitner
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