Mustang Born by Claud Six

Mustang born, Mustang bred
Finna be a Mustang ‘til I’m dead
I said I’m Mustang born, Mustang bred
Finna be a Mustang ‘til I’m dead

Your squad’s pressed, ain’t nowhere for you to go
You getting clamped when we in man or in a 2-3 zone
We taking cookies, breaking ankles, going to the hole
All you gonna see is flashes of maroon and gold
Who can hang? Nobody else, That shooting hand is hot as hell
We copping dubs, and dropping L’s, we rising up like LaChapelle
You moving like you slomo while we pulling from the logo
Watch me hold the follow through and make a poster out the photo (oh no)

Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyy
We been riding on a waaaaaaaaaaveeeeee
Ain’t no other team can haaaaaannnnnnnnnng
I don’t care what you say, ain’t no way you wanna
Play the Mustaaaaaaangggggg

Got your coaching staff begging like no more
Got your cheering section crying on our home court
We in the lane like the jolly green giant
Getting buckets on your whole regime - Kobe Bean Bryant
I am on one like and 1, our two guards are top two
That list for that all league is all we and not you
We moving the rock on a fast break
Kicking your crew into last place
That run that we on’ll make backs break
Throwing it down til the glass shakes
It’s all Net like Barclay’s, coach it up like Chaudrey
King of the gym, LeBron James, you stepping up to get sautéed
We sending dimes, and we let it ride just like a Logan Law tre
From long range, it’s all day, that’s bust down, it’s ball game

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• indie
• Portland