Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka Flame, 2 Chainz - Mud Musik lyrics

Half a pint for my two liter, I just slow sip
Dis that mud drink
My rarri go hard in the paint
Pulled up flexin right, Hopped out flexin ice
Niggers would give their life
Just to live my life bitches yelling loud
Walking through the crowd
With a triple cup, P-P-Pour me up
Bird Gang clique, Flags in the sky
Walking through the crowd
I swear to god I’m in sky
Astronaut high, I’m that guy
Stacks on stacks, racks on racks
I keep mud on standby
Got some real niggers that you
Can’t even stand by

I just slow sip, P-P-Pour me up
Styrofoam cup, T T Tripled up
Dis that mud drink
Four ounces in my one liter
Dis that mud drink
Half a pint for my 2 liter
P-P-Pour me up styrofoam cup, Tripled up
Dis that mud music, dis that mud drank
Styrofoam cup, T T Tripled up

Styrofoam cup, we pourin' up
Gucci flock, blowing up we’re so fucking up
All our foes they be ducking us
I'm a Jack boy, you’re a jackass
You must dress in the dark
With your tacky ass i'm big Gucci, Gu-wop
Got 80 grand in my khaki pants
1017, yeah that's my team
BSM yeah that's my scene
I’m a millionaire, is reality
You want a mill, yeah that's a fucking dream
I'm on mine, … don’t watching
I’m too hot, … I’m too fly
…nigga I’mma buy my bread
I don’t want no pussy girl, give me head
We ain't even got to stop to use the bed
Ain’t no need to fuck up my spread
I’m drinking, I’m thinking
All the real niggers we’re linking
Got me famous, Gucci!

I just slow sip, P-P-Pour me up
Styrofoam cup, T T Tripled up
Dis that mud drink
Four ounces in my one liter
Dis that mud drink
Half a pint for my 2 liter
P-P-Pour me up styrofoam cup, Tripled up
Dis that mud music, dis that mud drank
Styrofoam cup, T T Tripled up

This that Kickstand campaign
Over their heads like an airplane
Bring your girl to the club round me
And my nigga's then she fair game
I'm 2 Chainz, I’m too much
Every time I fuck her I give two nuts!
Everytime you see me, I'm with two sluts
I ain’t eatin' her out unless the coochi cut
Promethazine contraband
Tell them folks we'll contraband
BrickSquad duffle bag
Bunch of knucklehead nigga's saying
Fuck the feds
Got bread long like Subway, Louis' on
Un lace 'em and I ain't talking money when I
Hit you with this one k (brrrap)
I need two more, two liters
I got bass like two speakers
It must be do-or-die
Cause these nigga's out here po-pimping!
All we’re doing is slow sipping
I be on that codeine, got four zips
About to pour it on his ice-cream

I just slow sip, P-P-Pour me up
Styrofoam cup, T T Tripled up
Dis that mud drink
Four ounces in my one liter
Dis that mud drink
Half a pint for my 2 liter
P-P-Pour me up styrofoam cup, Tripled up
Dis that mud music, dis that mud drank
Styrofoam cup, T T Tripled up