Mustard

[Intro: Boldy James] Mustard General shit (That way) [Verse: Boldy James] Now these niggas killers, they some late bloomers Know they wish they caught up with me way sooner Pussy ass nigga, you a fake shooter Tryna figure out where I'ma take junior When we snatch him up out his playpen (Playpen) Take him outta school, walk him straight in In exchange for that money in the safe bin (Open it up) 'Fore them 7-6-2's run his case fin Baseline into them pops off of Chapin Where we open up spots out in Vegas (Ghetto) Made a violenter pact, kept it sacred Now every other day the trap gettin' raided (By the book) Little dog ass bitch love to strip naked Sittin' on her mama porch gettin' braided (Little thot) Dick suckin' every nigga that done made it Way she fuckin', bitch need to get spayed Number one suspect in the arraignment I don't need the fake love, I refrain it (At all) Fuck shit, I don't even entertain it (I don't) All the money and the fame got me jaded To the Most High due to all praises No flesh wounds, we don't do grazes Catch you talkin' out your neck, we'll blaze it (Pap pap) Put some money on my head, we'll raise it [Outro: Dialogues] "Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in" "Carry that stink of the streets with you the rest of your live" "I like the stink of the streets, it makes me feel good I like the smell of it, it opens up my lungs" "I want you to get this fuck where he breathes I want him dead, I want his family dead"