Roddy Ricch – Out Tha Mud Lyrics

June, you’re a genius
Ayy

I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
And I got extended clips for all these fuck niggas
I’m straight out the mud, I can’t fuck with fuck niggas
Why he say where he from? I don’t give a fuck, nigga
A lot of y’all switched up on me, I don’t trust niggas
I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga

Hey, gang slide, gang slide, that’s what I was doing last year
A lot of people say I’m being humble, nigga, this the last year
Got so many bands, I’m the cashier, hey
A nigga retired the hats, bitch I can’t do no cappin’ here
And I gotta keep the rachet with me
Take his knee, got ’em callin’ Kaepernick
Puerto rican, she freaky, I bag the bitches
Migos throw me the pussy I’m dabbin’ in it
I’m a crip nigga but I got to fucck my slimes, hmm, hmm, hey
Nike headband, got the check right ’round my mind, hmm, hmm
I just can’t fuck with these fuck niggas
Sniper look like a goose, I can’t duck niggas
I lay down on the pillow with plus three
Talking ’bout how they all wanna fuck a nigga
I ain’t no likkle nigga, and I ain’t no bitch nigga
My taxes are six figures, but I drop that on my whip nigga

I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
And I got extended clips for all these fuck niggas
I’m straight out the mud, I can’t fuck with fuck niggas
Why he say where he from? I don’t give a fuck, nigga
A lot of y’all switched up on me, I don’t trust niggas
I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga

I be like “Fuck that nigga he ain’t talkin’ no money”
If it ain’t got twenties, fifties, hunnids, I don’t love it
Look at my cup it’s double
Doin’ donuts in public
And codeine one hell of a drug
Sometimes a nigga gotta go and say fuck
Bought the new coupe foreign, know my baby love it
Stirrin’ the pot like a nigga makin’ butter
Holy water just to flip the face up
Natural bitches, I’m like “Fuck make up”
Love my bitches with her Marc Jacobs
She poppin’ it, I gotta smash
She trippin’ I got a bag
I’m coppin’ Chanel on the reg’
I ain’t got time for these fuck niggas
Keep a pistol on me, don’t try your luck nigga, hey
If you ain’t gang, nigga I don’t fuck with you, hey
Fuck your kind nigga, you a fuck nigga, hey

I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
All these niggas tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
And I got extended clips for all these fuck niggas
I’m straight out the mud, I can’t fuck with fuck niggas
Why he say where he from? I don’t give a fuck, nigga
A lot of y’all switched up on me, I don’t trust niggas
I just put my middle finger up, fuck a fuck nigga

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