Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gilyard
Songwriter
Maurice Simmonds
Songwriter
Andre Davidson
Songwriter
Andrew Harr
Songwriter
Jermaine Jackson
Songwriter
Sean Winston Davidson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
The Monarch
Producer
The Runners
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
24 hours, ****, seven days a week
Me, I don't get tired, I let you other **** sleep
Turn up for that check and yeah, I get it out the streets
Hustle like I'm starving, goin' hard, I gotta eat
[Verse 2]
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist, make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip, I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist, make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip, I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud
[Verse 3]
Turn up in two seconds
Get it with music and coke, what I'm stretchin'
Across the street under a bando
And here with your ho, could get her to go fetch it (Here, boy)
On the scale, but I call it a ruler
And that's what I'm using, my method of measure
Got it jumpin' up out of the pot
And my clique-ity clucking surrounding my property
I meant to say my clientickity
Numbers official ritickity
Out the mud, ain't nobody did shit for me
Arrogant, often I'm biggity
All about money, like, what done got into me?
Breakin' down bricks and we blowin' good griggity
Say you ain't feelin' me, oughta try killin' me
Neighborhood love me, it's hard to get rid of me
[Verse 4]
My baby mothers are sick of me
I put that dick on 'em, not they ridiculously sayin'
That when I don't come in, I'm with a freak bitch
I've been chasin' my paper religiously
I'm really in the street, others pretend to be
Let me get off on my grind and it's silly me
No one'll pity me, coming and getting me out the mud
****, I'm the epitome
[Verse 5]
24 hours, ****, seven days a week
Me, I don't get tired, I let you other **** sleep
Turn up for that check and yeah, I get it out the streets
Hustle like I'm starving, goin' hard, I gotta eat
[Verse 6]
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist, make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip, I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist, make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip, I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud
[Verse 7]
Money comin', money, gotta flip it
I ain't waitin' on nobody, I'ma go get it
I ain't trippin' on a ****, I'm a gorilla
Somebody take somethin' from me, I'ma go kill 'em
Trap boomin' hard and I'm servin' out the winter
Burglar-barred up with a curtain on the window
Face card worth a lot of bands in the hood
Had to leave the dice game, gotta bond out first
[Verse 8]
Sunday comin' up, pull the cars out, look
'Nother twenty grand for my girl called Nook
Post bail, what the hell got all y'all shook?
Poo hit the line in the drop
Plug went dry, had to take another route
Pulling up, gettin' it, I done went sickening
Drop no whip and a **** gon' vouch
Another four K just stuffed in the couch
[Verse 9]
Promise I ain't tryna swag, I just got a lot of that
Anybody try me I'ma put 'em in a body bag
Follow that, copy that, pounds in the garbage bag
Backed in the bank, y'all leavin' after droppin' that
Call 'em back, call 'em back, chill, no fallin' back
Quicker than I got, then I done ran out of that
My denims reamed, people mighty, partner, had a walker
Shittin' harder than a bitch, they gon' probably want all of that
[Verse 10]
24 hours, ****, seven days a week
Me, I don't get tired, I let you other **** sleep
Turn up for that check and yeah, I get it out the streets
Hustle like I'm starving, goin' hard, I gotta eat
[Verse 11]
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist, make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip, I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist, make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip, I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud
Written by: A. Davidson, A. Harr, J.Jackson, Kevin Gilyard, Maurice Simmonds, S. Davidson