Lyrics Dee Watkins – Studs
Text:
I got it straight out the mud
Now both of my wrist on flood
Look at my neck suds
Bitch we strapped like studs
You trying to beef bout a bitch, you in love with that ho, but to me she a bug
I used to be broke now I got a bag I’m thanking the man up above
Got sticks in the shows he get outta line then we might just shoot up the club
I fucked her one time she blowing me up she told me she can’t enough
See I can’t be hanging with scrubs
I know niggas who will kill you bout dubs
Bitch I’m balling like Curry and Klay
Get money and stay out the way
My foot on the gas no breaks
All these chains on my neck like a slave
We will run in his house like a raid
Sneak dissing ain’t getting you paid
Bitch I slept in the trap house for days
Then I got on my knees and I prayed
She say she see how I’m doing my thing now she wanna suck me and swallow me
You all on my page you liking my pics but damn you don’t even follow me
We straight out the hood we straight out the trenches we came from poverty
And I hope you ain’t planning on robbing me
I ain’t taking no apologies
But I got it straight out the mud
Now both of my wrist on flood
Look at my neck suds
Bitch we strapped like studs
I like to fuck when I’m sober but I like to fuck even more on the drugs
You trying to beef bout a bitch, you in love with that ho, but to me she a bug
Got sticks in the shows he get outta line then we might just shoot up the club
I fucked her one time she blowing me up she told me she can’t enough
See I can’t be hanging with scrubs
I know niggas who will kill you bout dubs
Yeah, uh uh uh, yeah
