[Lyric] Out the Mud (Phranchize)

(Intro)
Yeah [x5]
Woo
Let that bitch breathe
Yeah [x3]
Trust Team
Flip Money
You know how we rock

(Chorus)
Imma go and get it out the mud
Yeah
Imma go and get it out the mud
Yeah
Trap boomin’ sellin’ all these drugs
Yeah
Trap boomin’ sellin’ all these drugs
Yeah
I-I-Imma go and get it out the mud
Yeah
Imma go and get it out the mud
Yeah
Trap boomin’ sellin’ all these drugs
Yeah (You know Imma go get it)
T-T-T-T-Trap-Trap boomin’ sellin’ all these drugs
Yeah (That’s on my mama nigga)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Intro)
Imma go and get it (Yeah)
Strapped up, we in the field surrounded by the hittas
Get it out the mud
Get it out the jam
Trappin’ all these drugs
Bitch I’m the man, stackin’ all these bands
I said that .40 go BANG
In the ‘Fin, switchin’ lanes, no we don’t fuck with lames
We don’t fuck with frauds
Grind and get paid, spend it like you print it
You can’t take it to the grave
No, you can’t take it to the grave
I got the keys
I’m hooked to the game, bitch I ball like Kareem
Callin’ the plays, when shit gettin’ real I go hard for my team
I’m juggin’ I’m swervin’
I’m swervin’ I’m juggin’
The haters is lookin’
I’m far from a rookie, free agent the game
Now they all tryna book me
Yeah they all trine book me
Oh! (Woah, woah)

(Chorus)
Imma go and get it out the mud
Yeah
Imma go and get it out the mud
Yeah
Trap boomin’ sellin’ all these drugs
Yeah
Trap boomin’ sellin’ all these drugs
Yeah
Imma go and get it out the mud
Yeah
Imma go and get it out the mud
Yeah
Trap boomin’ sellin’ all these drugs
Yeah
Trap boomin’ sellin’ all these drugs
Yeah
(Bridge)
They say my trap boomin’ (Go duffle bag boy) [x2]
I had to run it up (I need a bag boy)
Nigga them packs movin’ (I get it back boy)
They say my trap boomin’ (Go duffle bag boy) [x2]
I had to run it up (I need a bag)
Nigga them packs movin’ (I get it back boy)

(Interlude)
Trap [x8]
Trap [x8]
Go get it back boy

(Outro)
I-I-I-I-I don’t burn no bridge
I don’t hold no grudge
I don’t know these niggas, they don’t show no love
Bottles in the air, bring the sparklers out (Woo!)
Full-tilt to a bankroll (Bank)
Trappin’ all week in the same clothes (Trap)
Bad bitch lookin’ like J. Lo
Travel ‘cross town with a caseload (Ho!)
I don’t burn no bridge
I don’t hold no grudge
I don’t know these niggas, they don’t show no love
Bottles in the air, bring the sparklers out (Woo!)
Full-tilt to a bankroll (Cash!)
Trappin’ all week in the same clothes (Trappin’)
Bad bitch lookin’ like J. Lo
Travel ‘cross town with a caseload (Ho!)