Mean Muggin - Cash Kidd, Saucy E

Damn, kid, you so fake, I can’t get a hold of you

Nigga, go’n send that pape', you want me on a song with you

Price goin' up by the day, it’s not negotiable

For these lines, niggas gotta pay, like I sold a deuce

Sorry, bae, the buffs dark, I ain’t even notice you

Say she love me, dawg, I wouldn’t believe her even if she showed em proof

He ain’t know where the bullets came from, my dawg was on his roof

Yeah, we strapped, keep them poles on me like a photoshoot, huh

Yeah, I know you hatin' on the G.O.A.T., spreadin' rumors

I know she a chooser, bitch, you should’ve said that sooner

I’ma pass her to my dawg, then act like I never knew her

It ain’t shit, I never sweat her, I ain’t Freddie Krueger

Bitch, I sleep with the 40 like I’m havin' sex with cougars

Keep that bitch on me, I ain’t gotta call no shooter

Flew your bitch out of town, you in the city callin' Ubers

Gave her backshots on the balcony like Martin Luther

Ayy, forty thousand racks on me, I’ll blow it right now like I ain’t never had

nothin'

Gotta keep a strap on me, wish I didn’t, but I guess these niggas mad at

somethin', huh

Niggas mad at somethin', huh

I guess the bag ain’t jumpin'

Niggas stay mean muggin'

I gotta keep the pole on me, I’m just tryna survive

These niggas telephoning it, but they ain’t comin' outside

I upped the strap, gave him two, but I ain’t throwin' the peace sign

I caught him lackin', now he dead and gone like he Trayvon

And I ain’t showin' no more love, I been stabbed a few times

They know I’m blowin' up soon, I was one of a kind

And all them L’s back then, now it’s Louis Vuitton

I up the chop, it’s gon' faster than Busta Rhymes

Ayy, forty thousand racks on me, I’ll blow it right now like I ain’t never had

nothin'

Gotta keep a strap on me, wish I didn’t, but I guess these niggas mad at

somethin', huh

Niggas mad at somethin', huh

I guess the bag ain’t jumpin'

Niggas stay mean muggin'