Letra Out tha mud de Roddy Ricch

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Out tha mud

I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
All these n----- tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
And I got extended clips for all these f--- n-----
I’m straight out the mud, I can’t f--- with f--- n-----
Why he say where he from? I don’t give a f---, n----
A lot of y’all switched up on me, I don’t trust n-----
I just put my middle finger up, f--- a f--- n----

Hey, gang slide, gang slide, that’s what I was doing last year
A lot of people say I’m being humble, n----, this the last year
Got so many bands, I’m the cashier, hey
A n---- retired the hats, b---- I can’t do no cappin’ here
And I gotta keep the rachet with me
Take his knee, got ’em callin’ Kaepernick
Puerto rican, she freaky, I bag the b------
Migos throw me the p---- I’m dabbin’ in it
I’m a crip n---- but I got to fucck my slimes, hmm, hmm, hey
Nike headband, got the check right ’round my mind, hmm, hmm
I just can’t f--- with these f--- n-----
Sniper look like a goose, I can’t duck n-----
I lay down on the pillow with plus three
Talking ’bout how they all wanna f--- a n----
I ain’t no likkle n----, and I ain’t no b---- n----
My text is a six figures, but I drop that on my whip n----

I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
All these n----- tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
And I got extended clips for all these f--- n-----
I’m straight out the mud, I can’t f--- with f--- n-----
Why he say where he from? I don’t give a f---, n----
A lot of y’all switched up on me, I don’t trust n-----
I just put my middle finger up, f--- a f--- n----

I be like “F--- that n---- he ain’t talkin’ no money”
If it ain’t got twenties, fifties, hunnids, I don’t love it
Look at my cup it’s double
Doin’ [?] that some problem
And codeine one hell of a drug
Sometimes a n---- gotta go and say f---
Bought the new coupe [?] I know my baby love it
Stirrin’ the pot like a n---- makin’ butter
Holy water just to flip the face up
Natural b------, I’m like “F--- make up”
Love my b------ with her Marc Jacobs
She poppin’ it, I gotta smash
She trippin’ I got a bag
I’m coppin’ Chanel on the reg’
I ain’t got time for these f--- n-----
Keep a pistol on me, don’t try your luck n----, hey
If you ain’t gang, n---- I don’t f--- with you, hey
F--- your kind n----, you a f--- n----, hey

I just copped Amiri jeans, chains clanking, now she think she hearing things
I just counted up a hundred bands with all my dogs at the Airbnb
All these n----- tryna be me, got a new Hellcat, stay clear of me
And I got extended clips for all these f--- n-----
I’m straight out the mud, I can’t f--- with f--- n-----
Why he say where he from? I don’t give a f---, n----
A lot of y’all switched up on me, I don’t trust n-----
I just put my middle finger up, f--- a f--- n----

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Hey, gang slide, gang slide, that’s what I was doing last year
A lot of people say I’m being humble, n----, this the last year
Got so many bands, I’m the cashier, hey
A n---- retired the hats, b---- I can’t do no cappin’ here
And I gotta keep the rachet with me
Take his knee, got ’em callin’ Kaepernick
Puerto rican, she freaky, I bag the b------
Migos throw me the p---- I’m dabbin’ in it
I’m a crip n---- but I got to fucck my slimes, hmm, hmm, hey
Nike headband, got the check right ’round my mind, hmm, hmm
I just can’t f--- with these f--- n-----
Sniper look like a goose, I can’t duck n-----
I lay down on the pillow with plus three
Talking ’bout how they all wanna f--- a n----
I ain’t no likkle n----, and I ain’t no b---- n----
My text is a six figures, but I drop that on my whip n----

I be like “F--- that n---- he ain’t talkin’ no money”
If it ain’t got twenties, fifties, hunnids, I don’t love it
Look at my cup it’s double
Doin’ [?] that some problem
And codeine one hell of a drug
Sometimes a n---- gotta go and say f---
Bought the new coupe [?] I know my baby love it
Stirrin’ the pot like a n---- makin’ butter
Holy water just to flip the face up
Natural b------, I’m like “F--- make up”
Love my b------ with her Marc Jacobs
She poppin’ it, I gotta smash
She trippin’ I got a bag
I’m coppin’ Chanel on the reg’
I ain’t got time for these f--- n-----
Keep a pistol on me, don’t try your luck n----, hey
If you ain’t gang, n---- I don’t f--- with you, hey
F--- your kind n----, you a f--- n----, hey