SLAUGHTER GANG’S OWN 1504 MUTEBABY CRASH LANDS WITH NEW MIXTAPE
‘ALL SAID AND DONE’ 11 NEW SONGS FROM NEW 21 SAVAGE SIGNEE AVAILABLE NOW

Slaughter Gang’s own 1504 MuteBaby’s recent momentum has resulted in the release of his new mixtape, All Said and Done, available now. The project was teased by two singles “Pop Out” and “4DG,” which are included in the mixtape’s 11-track composition.
The East Atlanta native has steadily built his buzz and following with a slew of releases, including last year’s better Left Unsaid, which featured blockbuster collaborations with G Herbo, 21 Savage and Baby Drill. Pushed along by his fervent recording schedule and brash songwriting, MuteBaby has been anything but in the last year, and his ascent is sure to extend past his moment.
All Said And Done
- Pop Out
- Takin’ Shit
- Dreamin’
- Got Shit On Lock
- Blood In, Blood Out
- Interlude
- Can’t Feel My Face
- Play it’s Up
- Losses
- Zombie Flow
- 4DG
Where MuteBaby preferred to leave things up to interpretation on better Left Unsaid, he brought those insights to the forefront on All Said and Done, leaving little to be desired regarding his mentality, hunger and approach.
On the mixtape’s intro, also its title track, “Said and Done,” the Slaughter Gang standout asks and answers his own question succinctly—“They be like who the f*ck is Mute? Rich ass n****, come from my roots”—before delving into the extents he’s gone to to maintain his next-to-blow position. ”Pop Out,” the subsequent track, has all the qualities of a bonafide anthem, from its ominous synthesizers to its aspirational drawls: “Tryna turn 100 thousand to a M, I still ain’t made it.” From there, it’s on. “Takin’ Shit,” one of the more braggadocio songs in the stable, continues the theme of asking forgiveness instead of permission.
On his latest single, “Takin’ Shit,” one of the more braggadocio songs in the stable, MuteBaby establishes the theme of asking forgiveness instead of permission with aggressive wit. This energy extends to other tracks, like the standout “Pop Out,” which has all the qualities of a bonafide anthem, from its ominous synthesizers to its aspirational drawls: “Tryna turn 100 thousand to a M, I still ain’t made it.” From there, it’s on.
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