Muddy / Her Friend*

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[Intro]
I got you, Corey

[Verse]
I got the call for money
I got a cold, I'm sippin' the muddy, woah
Say that she love me, she funny
Guess I'll take her, I'll get her for something, woah
Wagyu be all in my tummy
Said I'm a [?], we postin' you [?], woah
I wanna fuck on her in a X-Wing, still ain't tell me, woah
I was just down bad in the trap, somehow we up in London
Every time my armor [?], boy, my mind get to runnin'
Glock get to poppin' 'n' stuff
You wanna talk, then come hop in the blunt
Leave that boy bleeding, his time of the month
She know I'm eatin', she buyin' me lunch
I put a lens on top of my Glock, I'm shootin' that Call of Duty FaceTime
I parked the Benz right out in the front and I'm darin' you niggas to take some
She brought her friends again (Yeah)
I don't remember him (Geeked)
I rolled a opp in a blunt and it's thick and this shit like cinnamon
I swear there's a switchy on top of this Glock, we are not fearin' him
When I walk out this bitch, I...