Out the Mud
Kevin Gates Lyrics


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Twenty-four hours, nigga, seven days a week
Me, I don't get tired, I let you other niggas sleep
Turn up for that check and yeah I get it out the streets
Hustle like I'm starving going hard, I gotta eat

I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips

I get it out the mud yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud

Turn up in two seconds
Get it with music and cope when I'm stretching
Across the street under a bando
And here with your ho, could get her to go fetch it (Here boy)
On the scale, but I call her the ruler
And that's what I'm using my method to measure
Got her jumping up out of the party
My clique-ity clucking surrounding my property
I meant to say my clientickity
Numbers official retickity
Out the mud, nobody did shit for me
Arrogant often I'm bigity
All about money, like what done got into me
Breaking down bricks and we blowing good grigity?
Say you ain't feeling me, outta try killing me
Neighborhood love me, it's hard to get rid of me
My baby mothers are sick of me
I put that dick on 'em now they ridiculously
Saying, that when I don't come in I'm with a freak bitch
I've been chasing my paper religiously
I'm really in the street, others pretend to be
Let me get off of my grind then they sellin' me
No one repeatedly coming and getting me out the mud nigga
I'm the epitome

Twenty-four hours, nigga, seven days a week
Me, I don't get tired, I let you other niggas sleep
Turn up for that check and yeah I get it out the streets
Hustle like I'm starving going hard, I gotta eat

I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips

I get it out the mud yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud

Money coming, my money gotta flip it
I ain't waiting on nobody, I'mma go get it
I ain't tripping on a nigga, I'm a gorilla
Somebody take something from me, I'm gonna go kill 'em
Trap with my heart and I'm serving out the window
Barely balled up, with a curtain on the window
Face card worth a lot of bands in the hood
Had to leave the dice game, got a bond out Fooz
Sunday coming up, pull the cars out
Look, another twenty grand, but my girl called me
Put bail, what the hell got all y'all shook
Poo hit the line in the drop
Blowing drank then take him to the road
Pulling up, getting it, ? Sick man
Drop no whip, and a nigga gon' vouch (vouch)
Another 4K just stuffed in the couch
Promise I ain't tryna swag, I just got a lot of that
Anybody try me, I'mma put 'em in a body bag
Follow that, copy that, pounds in the garbage bag
Backed in the bank, y'all leaving after driving that
Call 'em back Call 'em back, chill, no falling back
Quicker than I got it, then I done ran out of that
? Shittin harder than the bitch ?

Twenty-four hours, nigga, seven days a week
Me, I don't get tired, I let you other niggas sleep
Turn up for that check and yeah I get it out the streets
Hustle like I'm starving going hard, I gotta eat

I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip
I'm all about my chips

I get it out the mud yeah, yeah
I get it out the mud yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch how I break my wrist
Make that water whip
Stretch it out, then flip




I'm all about my chips
I get it out the mud

Overall Meaning

In this song, Kevin Gates proudly boasts about his work ethic and his ability to work 24/7, which sets him apart from others who might take a break or rest. He notes that he gets his money from the streets, emphasizing his hustle and determination to succeed. Gates mentions breaking his wrist while making a water whip, which is a reference to cooking and selling drugs. He states that he is "all about my chips," meaning he is solely focused on earning money and achieving success.


Throughout the song, Gates includes various slang terms and colloquialisms, which add to the overall authenticity and rawness of the track. He talks about serving drugs out of the window, having to leave a dice game to get his bond out, and putting anyone who tries him in a body bag. These lyrics highlight Gates' past experiences in the streets and convey the roughness of his lifestyle.


Overall, "Out the Mud" is a song about working hard and achieving success, even when it means doing whatever it takes to get there.


Line by Line Meaning

Twenty-four hours, nigga, seven days a week
I work all the time, every day of the week.


Me, I don't get tired, I let you other niggas sleep
I have the energy to keep working while others rest.


Turn up for that check and yeah I get it out the streets
I make money hustling in the streets and I enjoy cashing my checks.


Hustle like I'm starving going hard, I gotta eat
I work hard to earn my money because I need it to survive and feed myself.


I get it out the mud, yeah, yeah
I make my money from the bottom up, starting from nothing.


Watch how I break my wrist Make that water whip Stretch it out, then flip I'm all about my chips
I'm good at making drugs and I'm always hustling to make money from it.


Turn up in two seconds Get it with music and cope when I'm stretching
I can quickly switch from making music to selling drugs and I always have my coping mechanisms ready to deal with stress.


Across the street under a bando And here with your ho, could get her to go fetch it (Here boy)
I make drug deals in abandoned buildings and I can even convince your girlfriend to help me out.


On the scale, but I call her the ruler And that's what I'm using my method to measure
I use a ruler instead of a scale to measure my drugs.


Got her jumping up out of the party My clique-ity clucking surrounding my property I meant to say my clientickity Numbers official retickity
I have multiple people helping me sell drugs and I talk about it in coded language.


Out the mud, nobody did shit for me Arrogant often I'm bigity All about money, like what done got into me
I had to work hard to make my money and I can come across as arrogant because of it.


Breaking down bricks and we blowing good grigity? Say you ain't feeling me, outta try killing me
I'm successful in making drugs and if someone tries to stop me, I fight back.


Neighborhood love me, it's hard to get rid of me My baby mothers are sick of me I put that dick on 'em now they ridiculously Saying, that when I don't come in I'm with a freak bitch
I'm well-known in my community and even though my ex-partners may not like me, they still talk about me. I'm also known for being sexually active.


I've been chasing my paper religiously I'm really in the street, others pretend to be Let me get off of my grind then they sellin' me
I take my work seriously and I know who my true competitors are.


No one repeatedly coming and getting me out the mud nigga I'm the epitome
I don't rely on others to help me make money and I'm the best at what I do.


Money coming, my money gotta flip it I ain't waiting on nobody, I'mma go get it I ain't tripping on a nigga, I'm a gorilla Somebody take something from me, I'm gonna go kill 'em
I make a lot of money, but I also need to make more by investing and flipping it. I don't rely on anyone to do it for me and I'm willing to fight anyone who crosses me.


Trap with my heart and I'm serving out the window Barely balled up, with a curtain on the window Face card worth a lot of bands in the hood Had to leave the dice game, got a bond out Fooz
I sell drugs out of my home and I have to be careful about hiding my actions. I have a lot of money in my community and I had to bail myself out of jail after getting caught gambling.


Sunday coming up, pull the cars out Look, another twenty grand, but my girl called me Put bail, what the hell got all y'all shook Poo hit the line in the drop Blowing drank then take him to the road Pulling up, getting it, ? Sick man Drop no whip, and a nigga gon' vouch (vouch) Another 4K just stuffed in the couch
I have a lot of cash and I enjoy showing it off by driving my expensive cars on Sundays. I had to bail myself out of jail again and my drug dealer is coming to meet me in his car. We're going to go sell drugs on the road and I always have a lot of cash on hand.




Lyrics ยฉ BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: KEVIN GILYARD, ANDREW HARR, JERMAINE JACKSON, ANDRE DAVIDSON, SEAN DAVIDSON, MAURICE NATHAN SIMMONDS

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9yrs later and still hits hard

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