[Verse 1: 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
f** 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 sh** you got to say
Still throwing shade
f** 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 mother f**er to stay
[Hook: Huey Mack]
You don’t f** with me, I don’t f** with you, that’s cool
That’s cool, yeah that’s cool
She wanna f** with me, I wanna f** her too, that’s cool
That’s cool, yeah that’s cool (that’s cool)
b**h you know that it’s mutual
So mutual
b**h you, b**h you know that it’s mutual
So mutual
[Verse 2: Mike Stud]
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 f**, 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 k**, plus I got the sk**
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
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Huey Mack]
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 f** 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 f** 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 f** 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
[Hook]