K-trap - Out the mud

(JB on the)

What's a hundred K when niggas got a million pound dreams? (What?)
Came up from the streets, living 'round fiends
Broke a half pack, now it's Mike Amiri for the jeans (Amiri)
Louis for the fleece, fifty for the re' (yeah)
Truth on top of truth, mood on top of mood (big mood)
Hit the party, pull up coupe on top of coupe
With a baddie, half a M on the 'gram
My nigga really made a half a M off the trap
Facts, they rap but they lie quite a lot (course)
Mummy told me that I always buy quite a lot (uh)
She don't know what's weighing a thousand of eight (no)
Coke in my Pyrex, I'll drown it today (lucky)
She wanna get saved, must've thought it was okay (argh)
Snaked up tape, yeah, it's coming that way
Sixes up in Hatton, that's the four bed depot
Why you think she wanna give deep throat?
The streets know Trap's been a true young boss (trapper)
Bottoms but I made a kill off tops (killin')
I cop 'em, .44 spray it to the dots (baow)
Shawty said she love if I'm paid or I'm not
But I'm paid so it's lit-lit
Stepped up in Harrods wearing big drip
I walked out with some big drip (yeah)
Sorry Miss, your nigga's nuttin' like us (no)
Me, I just type up, I don't use Lycas (whoa)

Refreshing when you get out the mud, yes (yeah)
Thinking I'ma lose, better luck, next
Four stoves full, not just one 'rex (no)
I get it and it's going, there ain't none left (none)
My niggas showed me, I took one step (go)
Now we puttin' down one hun, no less
Now the bitches coming ten-ten, no less
Five into ten when this ten tonne press


What's it like for a rapper, career at his feet
Have three niggas phoning for a square every week (free)
But I see sixty three if you're talking 'bout the re'
And I don't wanna speak if you're talking 'bout machines (no)
Works, telling me it ain't worth (no)
Still my nigga cray when I put him on a shirt (argh)
He just wanna feel satisfied, I threw the pack inside
Then this bicarb brought it back to life
Pyrex full, have I got it man? 'Course
Pull up in a Porsche, I'm in AR warfed
He told me he didn't rap, I do all the other stuff
Big smiles when I learnt how to double up
And I can put it on the hand that I whip with (what?)
That this Pyrex bowl made me six figs (yes)
Brick of buj make a nigga wanna sneeze (uh)
You came up from the streets but never did it like me (no)

Refreshing when you get out the mud, yes (yeah)
Thinking I'ma lose, better luck, next
Four stoves full, not just one 'rex (no)
I get it and it's going, there ain't none left (none)
My niggas showed me, I took one step (go)
Now we puttin' down one hun, no less
Now the bitches coming ten-ten, no less
Five into ten when this ten tonne press

Refreshing when you get out the mud, yes (yeah)
Thinking I'ma lose, better luck, next
Four stoves full, not just one 'rex (no)
I get it and it's going, there ain't none left (none)
My niggas showed me, I took one step (go)
Now we puttin' down one hun, no less
Now the bitches coming ten-ten, no less
Five into ten when this ten tonne press (pressa)

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