Video Muddy Flow de Kill Jasper 2024 Rap Lyrics

Kill Jasper - Muddy Flow Lyrics

[Intro]
We get it in by the load
(This shit going platinum)
And I'm always thinking 'bout you
Please don't play with me, nigga
'Cause I'm still with .380's, uh, uh
(Let that shit ride, Eighty8)
We get it in by the—

[Chorus]
We get it in by the load
Ain't gon' talk to me crazy, it's nice or no talkin' at all
I made a million, still in the trenches, if my niggas tell me it's up or it's war
Killer, don't push me, he pushed me so I had to kill 'em, I did this shit rightfully wrong
God is my witness, the only way I could go broke in this kitchen if I ain't have arms
I want the VVS pendants, the Rollies, the Bentleys, bitch, why you think I'm goin' hard?
I need the dash to bе digital, roar at the push of a button when I'm pressing start
Niggas bе pussy, they fakin', they fraud
Faith in this pistol like it was a God
Hope it ain't pressure 'cause I'm taking all that you cherish the second they give me the nod

[Verse]
Please don't play with me, nigga
'Cause I'm keeping .380's and pistols inside of the car that I'm racin' and whippin'
Shit, this how it ended, I be reminiscing, just knowin' that things should be different
And shit, you in the sky, I pray you watchin' over me, I'm doing this as a mission
'Til my wrist and my neck is just glistening
I want the Benjamin's, fuck being intimate
Bitches calling my phone, I ain't hearin' it 'less that shit come wit' the bread and the benefits
I got rich, that shit made me a menace, they hate me, it come with the life that I'm livin' in
She want red bottoms to kick it in
Want me to fly her to Fountain Inn, bitch better start from the balls like the Wimbledon
[Chorus]
We get it in by the load
Ain't gon' talk to me crazy, it's nice or no talkin' at all
I made a million, still in the trenches, if my niggas tell me it's up or it's war
Killer, don't push me, he pushed me so I had to kill 'em, I did this shit rightfully wrong
God is my witness, the only way I could go broke in this kitchen if I ain't have arms
I want the VVS pendants, the Rollies, the Bentleys, bitch, why you think I'm goin' hard?
I want the dash to be digital, roar at the push of a button when I'm pressing start
Niggas be fakin', they pussy, they fraud
Faith in this pistol like it was a God
Hope it ain't pressure 'cause I'm taking all that you cherish the second they give me the nod

[Outro]
(Okay, Joel, that's fire)