About the song: Made It Through the Struggle Got It Off the Muscle Lyrics is written and sung by YNW Melly. The title of the song is YNW Freestyle.
Made It Through the Struggle Got It Off the Muscle Lyrics
[Verse:]
Made it through the struggle, got it off the muscle (off the muscle)
Wanted Gucci on my buckle, so I had to hustle (hustle, hustle)
Stomach growlin’ like a lion, I was really hungry
Ain’t nobody wanna help me, got it on my lonely (my lonely)
Jaleen that my brother, we like Rich Homie and Thugger
Disrespect my whodie, then I’m shootin’ at your mother, huh (your mother)
Boy I know you love her, cause’ you f–k without a rubber, huh
If that b___h start actin’ up, just go and find another, huh (sheesh)
Gucci, Louis, Hermes and Givenchy on my body (yeah)
Promethazine and Sprite, but I ain’t f–kin’ with no molly (no way)
Big shout-out to Kodak Black, he follow me on Insta
If you wanna chop it up, I put it in a blender (blender)
Flokka smokin’ n___as, I ain’t got nothin’ to give ya’ (bye)
I’m shootin’ out the sun roof, Sosa shootin’ out the window (bang)
Yeah, this is a freestyle n___a you ain’t gotta ask me (nah)
P^^^y squirtin’, mini skirt, I like my b___hs nasty, uh
And she make all A’s and B’s, I like my b___hs classy, huh (classy)
Quarter pound of ganja pack, I stretch it like elastic, huh (elastic)
Take you to the Gucci store, then flip it like gymnastics (flip it)
Juugin and finessin’, we was counting all our blessings (for real)
Your b___h do the Melly pose cause I’m a living legend
Sosa:
I’m that n___a from that Ave you don’t even know to have
Just to walk through my hood, p^^sy boy, you need a pas
Tell the judge suck my d^^k and tell the state to kiss my as
Me and my team we first, why you p^^sy n___as in last
Crackers all on my d^^k ’cause they say I made a hit
When I grabbed the microphone they like: “Sosa you can spit!”
When I f—ed that n___a b___h, that really made that n___a sit
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