Stuck in the Mud (feat. SZA)

Lyrics for Stuck in the Mud (feat. SZA)

Stuck in the mud Hoes, dreamers, stuck in the mud Look at what the reaper got you, stuck in the mud Range, Beamers, stuck in the mud Two 10's on the inside, stuck in the mud Hoes, dreamers, stuck in the mud Look at what the reaper got you, stuck in the mud Range, Beamers, stuck in the mud Give me a day where I can play and I can pamper my wrist Chrome inside pampers and shit Grown and defenseless, long for my sister Song that'll get ya home, my nigga I got a blunt inside my granny whip Like my granny dead When she was dealin' with them damages Yeah, turkey bacon cabbages, ooh Uh, what happened on a Saturday? Yeah, we took a Yukon just to grab my folks I need a Groupon for all this dope I know I do find but what did you find? That bullshit but in due time We actin' like we livin' right Uh, big pimpin' These broads see stars, my nigga We are on guard and killin' Y'all niggas hopeless, quote it Stuck in the mud Hoes, dreamers, stuck in the mud Look at what the reaper got you, stuck in the mud Range, Beamers, stuck in the mud Two 10's on the inside, stuck in the mud Hoes, dreamers, stuck in the mud Look at what the reaper got you, stuck in the mud Range, Beamers, stuck in the mud Look, bitch Ain't how that shit when I be talkin' And I get livid on that liquor I give a fuck about you, I want some bossa nova You wanna see the tower, I wanna meet the quota You look like everybody And if my Henny body focus and if my Henny body focus I'm baptized in that chastised, 100-proof dummy suit Junkie, I'm an addict, everybody home Everybody home I got a zip we can split, don't let everybody know Yeah, keep it on the floor Long arm with that quick stash Top Dawg do your bitch bad with a big bag Yeah, holla if you with that (holla if you with that) Yeah, twenty on this kickback Lookin' like, uh, shit, yeah Two 10's on the inside, stuck in the mud Hoes, dreamers, stuck in the mud Look at what the reaper got you, stuck in the mud Range, Beamers, stuck in the mud Two 10's on the inside, stuck in the mud Hoes, dreamers, stuck in the mud Look at what the reaper got you, stuck in the mud Range, Beamers, stuck in the mud Yeah Uh, yeah Uh, uh, ooh, yeah I be lookin' like a Ooh, yeah Yeah, with two 10's on the inside Hoes, dreamers Look at what that reaper got you Range, Beamers Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh So, yeah, yeah Pop a Xanny, make your problems go away, yeah, pop, yeah Pop a Xanny, make your problems go away, yeah, ooh, see I can handle, make the bottle go away, yeah, magic, ooh Pop a Xanny, make your problems go away, yeah, uh, what But I can handle, make the bottle go away, magic, uh Can I? Can I? Can I? Yeah, can I? Can I sleep for a while? Can I work on myself? I ain't lovin' no more So if they pull up on the side, I ain't duckin' no more This is after the half, an emotional dip I was goin' too hard, I was sexin' the shit Take a line, baby, spill your mind, baby This is just a California mind statement Ooh, shots from the Ruger, shots from the Ruger Somebody died but don't nobody care It's all bugged out, I'm still drugged out We miss the couch and the lean at my cuz house Just pop a Xan, baby, make your problems go away, yeah, ooh, what See, I can handle, make the bottle go away (hey), yeah, yeah, yeah Just pop a Xanny, make your problems go away, yeah, yeah, uh And I can handle, make the bottle go away, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa Yeah, my cousin got a script, I'm tryna make it flip (yeah) One baby mama cool, one baby mama trip (yeah) No matter what I do it always be some shit (yeah) That nigga need a hug and I just need a fifth My cousin got the strap, I'm tryna make it flip One baby mama cool, one baby mama trip No matter what I do it always be some shit This nigga need a hug and I just need a fifth (I need a) Pop a Xan, baby (Yeah) shit (No matter what I do it always be some shit) make your problems go (No matter what I do it always be some) I can handle, yeah, uh Make your problems go away, yeah (need a hug and I just need a fifth) Quarters and halves, joint and a band Fuckin' your mind up, yeah, alright Now, quarters and halves, joint and a band Fuckin' your mind up, yeah Alright now, bitches gon' be bitches and you niggas gon' be hoes Only pop it 'cause you heard it in a song Yeah, bitches gon' be bitches and niggas gon' be hoes Only pop it 'cause you heard it in a song, yeah Quarters and halves, joint and a band Fuckin' your mind up, yeah Alright now, quarters and halves, joint and a band Fuckin' your mind up, ay, ah Alright now, quarters and bands and motherfuckin' bands Motherfuckin' your mind up Whoa, fuckin' your mind up The fuck where your mind was?