Got Muscle (feat. Peewee Longway)

Longway Longway bitch You got muscle GoldLink what it do my nigga Been having muscle since a jit you understand me You got muscle then flex then nigga what's happening Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle Flexin' Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle You got muscle Flexin' Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle Flexin' Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle You got muscle Yeah how many niggas from the block Who's a real nigga 'til they get popped Get knocked 'til that nigga turn to God they're a cop And I never gave a fuck about an opp yeah-hah Juice thicker than a raindrop I done seen more coons than Boondocks uh Hear the songs then he go then he stop uh Beat his ass take his chain then we out out I don't give a fuck about the car um I just really care about the outcome Man a nigga really miss Malcolm Gunshots for the club clout dumb This real nigga shit ransom Not random throw tantrums My bitch be bad you can't fathom So I cop the Phantom uh Bet you can't hold the heat and cop what's on the flame I can't find you I'll beat your mans I be in the food to fuck with features So fatigue and 'lead the fifth and lead the fam I be in the streets for weeks And hold my dirty Glocks for three And shoot out with your clan I just want the bucks the fiends the cluck I got the stuff you want to go inside the pan Uh Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle Flexin' Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle You got muscle Flexin' Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle Flexin' Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle You got muscle I got a brand new shawty big booty she from Texas The way she playing with the titties make me feel like she ambidextrous Our crew damn near tied up ain't no time for extras The way I whip the tires I could start a fire in a Lexus I got one hand on the booty the other is clutching my necklace All these rappers all these niggas better understand that I'm reckless And I heard you niggas reaping shawties and you think you relentless Yeah I'm on your ass lil' niggas it ain't no time for extras Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle Flexin' Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle You got muscle Flexin' Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle Flexin' Got muscle Got muscle Got muscle You got muscle You got muscle Flex Steppin' on a lil' bitch neck Water drippin' off my Rolex Trap back door Bowflex Runnin' up a big blue check Hundred blue baguettes GoldLink wrist on my neck Percocet mixin' with the molly get her wet Smoking on exotic good Biscotti on the jet Pot Illuminati catch a body with the TEC Got muscle Fuck it young nigga just flex 448 I invest in the best Thousand eight grams you can hit it take a test Wockhardt Hi-Tech smell it when I piss You ain't Crip we ain't all stressin' motion with a bitch Dior Chanel my 'Gatti Aventi' Double R truck I might hop out in Fendi Longway bitch You got muscle Huh Arm & Hammer music let's get it