Boldy James, The Alchemist - Mustard lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Boldy James, The Alchemist - Mustard lyrics]
Mustard general shit (That way)
Now these niggas killers
They some late bloomers
Know they wish they caught
Up with me way sooner
Pussy ass nigga, you a fake shooter
Tryna figure out where I'ma take junior
When we snatch him up out his playpen
(Playpen)
Take him outta school, walk him straight in
In exchange for that money in the safe bin
(Open it up)
'Fore them 7-6-2's run his case fin
Baseline into them pops off of Chapin
Where we open up spots out in Vegas (Ghetto)
Made a violenter pact, kept it sacred
Now every other day the trap gettin' raided
(By the book)
Little dog ass bitch love to strip naked
Sittin' on her mama porch gettin' braided
(Little thot)
Dick suckin' every nigga that done made it
Way she fuckin', bitch need to get spayed
Number one suspect in the arraignment
I don't need the fake love, I refrain it
(At all)
Fuck shit, I don't even entertain it
(I don't)
All the money and the fame got me jaded
To the Most High due to all praise
No flesh wounds, we don't do grazes
Catch you talkin' out your neck
We'll blaze it (Pap pap)
Put some money on my head, we'll raise it
"Just when I thought I was out
They pull me back in"
"Carry that stink of the streets with
You the rest of your live"
"I like the stink of the streets
It makes me feel good
I like the smell of it, it opens up my lungs"
"I want you to get this
Fuck where he breathes
I want him dead, I want his family dead"
Now these niggas killers
They some late bloomers
Know they wish they caught
Up with me way sooner
Pussy ass nigga, you a fake shooter
Tryna figure out where I'ma take junior
When we snatch him up out his playpen
(Playpen)
Take him outta school, walk him straight in
In exchange for that money in the safe bin
(Open it up)
'Fore them 7-6-2's run his case fin
Baseline into them pops off of Chapin
Where we open up spots out in Vegas (Ghetto)
Made a violenter pact, kept it sacred
Now every other day the trap gettin' raided
(By the book)
Little dog ass bitch love to strip naked
Sittin' on her mama porch gettin' braided
(Little thot)
Dick suckin' every nigga that done made it
Way she fuckin', bitch need to get spayed
Number one suspect in the arraignment
I don't need the fake love, I refrain it
(At all)
Fuck shit, I don't even entertain it
(I don't)
All the money and the fame got me jaded
To the Most High due to all praise
No flesh wounds, we don't do grazes
Catch you talkin' out your neck
We'll blaze it (Pap pap)
Put some money on my head, we'll raise it
"Just when I thought I was out
They pull me back in"
"Carry that stink of the streets with
You the rest of your live"
"I like the stink of the streets
It makes me feel good
I like the smell of it, it opens up my lungs"
"I want you to get this
Fuck where he breathes
I want him dead, I want his family dead"