LeekoMoney - Mumblin (feat. B-Lean) Lyrics

These niggas keep talking all I hear is mumbling
Ain't nomore losses ain't nomore fumbling
I'm in love with these dollars they keep on coming in
Keep rapping these lines they keep on punching in
Phone keep on ringing non stop
Old bitch keep calling cuhh she see a nigga at the top
Bitch call again then you know she getting blocked
I been stuck in the trap all week adding up the gwap
Still Pulling in I'm pulling out
I was still jugging through the drought
Nigga acting gangsta just for clout
Till that 40 call in his mouth
Had to stay down for a while
Had to take a trip down south
Then a nigga flew out west
Then that new load flew out
Me and gang splitting all the ends
Run it up do it all again
Everybody with me going win
Nah I never hated on my friends
I'm a really ride to the end
Yea we sippin lean not gin
Free jobean out the pin
Judge pushed his trial back again
Gotta get this paper can't cuddle
Never hurt my family cuz I love you
Yea a nigga drippin like a puddle
Yea my dawg bite where the muzzle
Had to take a peace out the puzzle
Now a nigga back in a huddle
Invest it all do it all again
My niggas going ride to the end
These niggas keep talking all I hear is mumbling
Ain't nomore losses ain't nomore fumbling
I'm in love with these dollars they keep on coming in
Keep rapping these lines they keep on punching in
Phone keep on ringing non stop
Old bitch keep calling cuhh she see a nigga at the top
Bitch call again then you know she getting blocked
I been stuck in the trap all week adding up the gwap
Selling that work color creole
I hold the block like I'm Debo
See a opp and I give em a halo
Flipping pound and serving dat jlow
Sending shots for my young nigga leeko
These niggas sweeter than neyo
The strains in my blunt that's a trio
Watch my front door through the peep hole
In house niggas never pop out
These niggas snitching they going cop out
Was robbing niggas when the drought out
Gossip about me I'm running in your mouth
Block hotter than a crock pot
Drag my nuts on you thot thot
Watch the camera cuhh the jackers out
Street niggas like to rap a lot
Quiet money on a paper route
Don't play with us take the safer route
Body chalked out with the tape around it
Rats telling steady mumbling
In the field niggas fumbling
If he 12 he ain't coming in
All these dollars steady coming in
All these dollars steady coming in
These niggas keep talking all I hear is mumbling
Ain't nomore losses ain't nomore fumbling
I'm in love with these dollars they keep on coming in
Keep rapping these lines they keep on punching in
Phone keep on ringing non stop
Old bitch keep calling cuhh she see a nigga at the top
Bitch call again then you know she getting blocked
I been stuck in the trap all week adding up the gwap