Got Muscle (feat. Peewee Longway & WaveIQ)

Longway, Longway, bitch

You got muscle?

GoldLink, what it do my ****?

Been havin' muscle since a g, you understand me?

You got muscle then flex then, ****, what's happenin'?

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 **** from the block?

Who's a real **** 'til they get popped?

Get knocked, 'til that **** 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, ugh

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 **** really miss Malcolm

Gunshots for the club, clout dumb

This real **** shit ransom

Not random, throw tantrums

My bitch be bad, you can't fathom

So I cop the Phantom, ugh

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? Ugh

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 **** better understand that I'm reckless

And I heard you **** reaping shawties and you think you relentless

Yeah, I'm on your ass, lil' ****, 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 (Ice)

Trap back door, Bowflex (Boom, boom, boom)

Runnin' up a big blue check (Run it up)

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 ****, 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