Mutual - Huey Mack

Too faded off of the Bombay

Drinking it straight because I love the taste

I’d pour out some liquor for all the careers that I’m stealing, but that’d be a

waste

Fuck all that hate

Still getting paid, out my suitcase while I move state to state

All of these rappers like Chucky, they all make me chuckle

I swear that it’s so Child’s Play

Yeah, copped me a crib way out there in L. A

Two thousand miles away

Bro you so local and I’m on a plane

Can’t even hear the shit you got to say

Still throwing shade

Fuck it, I’ll dig you a grave

Just copped a benz, that’s a rapper cliché

Never putting my foot up on the brakes

Cause I came to this motherfucker to stay

You don’t fuck with me, I don’t fuck with you, that’s cool

That’s cool, yeah that’s cool

She wanna fuck with me, I wanna fuck her too, that’s cool

That’s cool, yeah that’s cool (that's cool)

Bitch you know that it’s mutual

So mutual

Bitch you, bitch you know that it’s mutual

So mutual

You throwing shade from my shadow

But that don’t make sense to me, dog

You ain’t offending me, dog

You cannot get to me

That’s black and white like a referee dog, like

Hold up, I got this

Let me get something off my conscience

I don’t give a fuck, I promise (x2)

My women hot and my vodka chilled

Never cuff 'em but trust me, I cop a feel

Got a spot way, way up, on top the hill

Up late talking life like I’m Dr. Phil

I got a plot to kill, plus I got the skill

And I can’t say the same for you

Cause nowadays other people mistake fake for cool

But just cause you want it, that don’t make it true

Now ain’t that the truth

You don’t like me, well that’s cool

I know way too many people who do

But that’s mutual, you one of the few

I think you just mad that I don’t fuck with you

Look, I made a name off of rap, that’s why they mad

Oh that’s your girl?

She got back

She want to fuck me, I know

Gave me a blowie cause I’m 'bout to blow, woah

I don’t believe in monogamy, I’m 'bout my green like a cup of tea

She say she loving me

I took her back to the telly

We fuck in the shower, she sing like she Becky G

Same kid from a year ago, except

I’m the one that they talking 'bout

And Nick Cannon can’t even try to imagine the level that we Wild 'N Out

Ow