Huey Mack - Mutual lyrics

[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]