Muscle

[Intro]:
Uh
Bossman, bossman
Woah
Oh Lawd, JetsonMade another one!

[Chorus]:
Oh, you that youngin' who be flexin' huh? (who be flexin' huh)
You that youngin' who gon' lay a nigga down, if he up you for that necklace, huh?
A full-blooded stepper, huh? (stepper, huh)
Any nigga would set you from (uh, uh)
You ready to die about that shit, you outchea' reppin' huh?
But you don't want no check or nothing?
You outchea' broke or thuggin' (uh)
And worried 'bout another nigga, like he owe you something
And why you got that pole in public? (wha')
Cause niggas dumb and bummy (yuh)
And I ain't the one for tusslin'
I'll whip out and use the muscle (uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 1]:
Why you always clutching on a stick? (stick)
Why them niggas hatin' on you?
'Cause they mad and they know I'm on my fuckin' shit
Why they think he wanna fuck his bitch? (yuh)
'Cause she keep playing all my songs
That ain't my fault, but she a fan, so I'm fuckin' wit it
My bitch a dime, let's be realistic (be realistic)
That ain't no competition (no)
Lil' nigga, sit back and take notes
Here go the composition
Nah, I ain't cocky, I'm just optimistic (yuh)
Yo ass should want to listen (woah)
But I can't tell you what to do, you gotta want to get it
If karma coming, then you can't prevent it
You make that bed, then you laying in it
That choppa spray, better hold that lead in it
'Cause if not, then he a dead witcha'
Why you wanna fuck, just give me head bitch
Yeah, you heard what I said, shit
Don't hit my phone 'bout that, that's fed business
And I ain't with none of that extra shit

[Chorus]:
Oh, you that youngin' who be flexin' huh? (who be flexin' huh)
You that youngin' who gon' lay a nigga down, if he up you for that necklace, huh?
A full-blooded stepper, huh? (stepper, huh)
Any nigga would set you from (uh, uh)
You ready to die about that shit, you outchea' reppin' huh?
But you don't want no check or nothing?
You outchea' broke or thuggin' (uh)
And worried 'bout another nigga, like he owe you something
And why you got that pole in public? (wha')
Cause niggas dumb and bummy (yuh)
And I ain't the one for tusslin'
I'll whip out and use the muscle (uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 2]:
The Glock today, I got it cut
AR pee with monkey nuts
Why you need all of them bullets?
In case I gotta chop shit up
Was down bad on that block and stuff
How you rose above the bricks?
I stayed down on my grind, it took some time
But, look I finally did it
What you mean stayed down? I stay committed
Took chances everyday to get it
Why that gun don't got no safety?
'Cuase that Glock don't got no safety jit
Quit asking all that basic shit, and find out something to make you rich
That seem to be your only interest
But I can't blame you though
I know the way we grew up wrong, but I can't change it though
I put this shit all in my songs, and let you play it over
I spit the shit that they won't play on the radio
The shit that tell you how the average real nigga day'll go

[Chorus]:
Oh, you that youngin' who be flexin' huh? (who be flexin' huh)
You that youngin' who gon' lay a nigga down, if he up you for that necklace, huh?
A full-blooded stepper, huh? (stepper, huh)
Any nigga would set you from (uh, uh)
You ready to die about that shit, you outchea' reppin' huh?
But you don't want no check or nothing?
You outchea' broke or thuggin' (uh)
And worried 'bout another nigga, like he owe you something (like he owe you something)
And why you got that pole in public? (wha')
Cause niggas dumb and bummy (yuh)
And I ain't the one for tusslin'
I'll whip out and use the muscle (uh, uh, uh)