Mutt Muzik

[Verse]
I've been in the back with the packs, fronted
I've been wit' the straps sippin' yak, gunnin'
I've been gettin' stacks, statin' facts, drummin'
I be in the packs wit' the wraps, blunted
"Dakoda you done done it"
"How the fuck you always on it"
In the streets and fuck around
Run round and on some dumb shit
Know I always crunk it
Always on it, pop a nugget
Then kill beats and say I'm blazin'
It's amazin' how I run it
Industry fuckers hear my sound they wanna sign me
Get inside my head and invite me for my rhymin'
Number one for timing, I'ma pop off on the charts
Fuck a couple thots, feelin' shady breakin' hearts
Fill a couple carts and I'll probably have them sold
Fill a quick prescription 'fore I head out on the road
My neck is decked with gold and my watch is full of ice
Comin' around my block, fuck around and you'll be sliced
Sugar and spice, I want everything twice!
Grab a double-up, better make it look nice
Ship a couple drops and I want 'em on the road
Shawty wanna claim me but I'm sorry cause I'm sold
Married to the game, I'm engaged with my money
Never wanted fame, before 'cane was a hobby
Catch me with my shawty and we dippin' in the Benz
Probably have a late night when I'm fuckin' on her friends
Still settin' trends, still gettin' sends
Still countin' paper, make it rain and flippin' tens
Still keep it G if a fucker wanna try me
Still with my team with the 40 right beside me
It's money over bitches and you better take the shortcut
On her hands and knees
Like a bitch and on the floor fucked
Told her kids to scram
Better keep that bedroom door shut
Your momma suckin' dick
She's been beggin' for a sore cunt
Four months with no dick
Ridin' on my pole stick
Beggin' me to suck her clit
Askin' me to smash her chick
Told that bitch to make it fit
Spitted on her ass and tit
Pass that drank, stash that tip
She spitted on my cock and dip
Fast Skyline speedin' I been rippin' around the trap house
Call your girlfriend "Cuddle" but instead I bruise her back out
I'm a thug, you lose, I pack down
Better back down, pass that bag
Really got my set turnt
Smack damn, killer cop that Jag'
Gun shooter brag, got my cheques and hoes comin'
Proud I had nothin', remember starved at school, was bummin'
Now I'm up and ain't it somethin'
Like that rose that grew from concrete
?