Il testo della Mud music

Gucci Mane

Half a pint in my 2 liter
I just slow sip
This that mud drink, my rarri go hard in the paint
Pulled up flexxin right, hopped out flexxin ice
Niggas a give they life, just to live my life.
Bitches yelling,(flocka) walking through the crowd,
With a triple cup, po po po pour me up
Bird game clique,flags in the sky
Walking through the club,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.

Chorus:
I just slow sip, po po pour me up
Styrofoam cup, trip trip tripled up
This that mud drink, 4 ounces in a 1 liter
This that mud drink, half a pint in my 2 liter.
Po po pour me up, styrofoam tripled up
Po po pour me up, styrofoam tripled up
This that mud music, this that mud drink?
Styrofoam cup, trip trip tripled up

Styrofoam cup we pouring up,
Gucci fly we blowing up,
We're so fucking up,
All our foes, they'll be ducking us
Im a jack boy, you're a jackass,
You must dress in the dark with your tacky ass
I'm big gucci,....... got eighty grand in my khaki pants
1017 yea thats my team, bsm yea thats my theme
I'm a millionaire, its reality,
You want a mil, thats a fucking dream,
Im on mine, got 2 nines, throw my watch in the air and let time fly
I'm dui, i'm too hot, real dot young nigga i'm too fly
Nigger i'mma buy my bread,
I don't want no pussy girl give me head
We aint even got to stop to use the bed, aint no need to fuck up my spread
I'm drinking, i'm thinking,
All the real niggers we're linking,
.............sippin lean done got me famous, gucci!

This that kickstand campaign, over they head like an airplane,
Bring your girl to the club round me and my niggas then she fair game
I'm too chains i'm too much,
Every time i fuck i get too nuts!
Everytime you see me with two sluts,
I ain't eating her out thats the crews cut
Promethazene, contraband told them folks well crunch....
Bricks squad dufflebag bunch of knuckle head niggas saying fuck the feds
My bread long like subway, louis on unlaced
I aint talking money when i hit you with this one cake
I need 2 more 2 lites, i got bass like two speakers,
It must be do or die, cause these niggers out here poor pimpin!
All we're doing is slow sipping,
I'll be on that codeine, i got four sips,
About to pour it on his ice-cream.