Muscle - Yatta

Fuck it up, bitch

Aye, aye, aye

Fuck it up

Aye, aye

Fuck it up, bitch

Aye, aye, aye

Fuck it up, bitch

If you fuck with us

Then you stuck with us, bitch

If you fuck with suckas

Then you duck with suckas, bitch

(Aye, aye)

I ain’t lookin' for no handout

I rather kick the door, and run up in yo damn house

You say that that’s yo man, that’s yo man now

That’s yo man in the beginning

But that’s yo man when it ends out

He said a nigga workin'

Got killed before he brought the work in

Backdoored em', niggas smurkish

20 bands on his head

One nigga killed him for a bourbon

(Yeah)

Yo man, he’s yo man now

20 bands on yo head, you gon' find out who yo mans now

His man left him man down

Gave em' a headshot and his mans the only man round'

We don’t play fair

(Yeah)

It ain’t safe here

(Yeah)

Gun smoke, yellow tape here

(Yeah)

Niggas get killed broad day here

(Yeah)

Give it up, I know the safe here

Don’t even reach

Cause I’ll teach;

you’ll stay here

(Yeah)

Hit a lick for like 8 G’s

Cash it on on some cubans

Now, I dare a nigga to take these

Fake chain?

What?

Bitch, please!

I ain’t yo mans, that’s yo BD with them fake D’s

You tryna break the bitch’s jaw, break the bitch’s jeans

You tryna fuck up her guts, I fuck up her knees

She like «daddy, you disgusting--bust it in my weave.»

And had you cash out on a bundle--that bitch so sleeze

(Ha)

That’s why I never trust a bitch

I just fuck a bitch

(Aye)

I’ll never love a bitch

Aye, aye, aye

Fuck it up, bitch

Ain’t no movement in the city that could fuck with us, bitch

We got the money, respect, and the muscle up, bitch!

Aye, aye, aye

Fuck it up, bitch

Ain’t no movement in the city that could fuck with us, bitch

We got the money, respect, and the muscle up, bitch!

(Gang, gang, gang--Corkoland crazy!)