Mutual lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah), Aye, Aye
Aye, Aye, (Yeah)
On, God, Fatt

[Verse: FattMack]
Aye, I like to sip syrup a lot
When you stop talkin’, you learn a lot
She know I travel the world, when I be on tour, i see different girls a lot
I know you be f*ckin’ off, if i say somethin’ ‘bout it, you just gonna deny it and lie
So I’ma keep sh*t P, these hoes on me
It’s bowls in every spot
Shoot at me, I’m blastin’ back, can’t name no n*gga around me lackin’
I snatched out my heart, put it in yo hand, you bowled it up and smashed it
Damn, all out the window, on the E-way, Tali did em nasty
b*tch better come, with her own motion, cause hoe I’m not yo papi
I wish our love was mutual, but you don’t feel how i feel
I worth way more than 50 racks, so I’m not takin’ that deal
You don’t know much, i been lovin’ you, you got no idea
They gave my cousin, life in prison, he ain’t get no appeal

[Chorus: FattMack]
You, know damn well, you got me out here feelin’ thumbin’ through these blues
You know i come trim, it’s Ricky Owen’s for my shoes
I been goin’ hard, everyday cause I don’t lose
I came up from nothin’, i got somethin’ for the prove
I know n*ggas want me dead, cause I’m that, dude
All these b*tches around me everyday, but i want, you
We keep share catchers, we ain’t leavin’, without no clues
Yeah, uh, without no clues
Bae, let’s link up or some
Why i ain’t been hearin’ from you?, too much, like i ain’t enough or some
You probably cashed out on that b*tch, she f*cked for nun
All my opps lame as hell, or dead, but i still clutch for nun
I ride around with 1 up in the head, a n*gga play he done
[Verse: ThereGoMarcus]
When you with me, swear, you won’t lose
I’m on perks, and this tool
n*gga run up, make the news
Casey pop out, lace his shoes
It’s 4 quarter, i gotta ball
You been with me, you know i ball, like JoJo [?]
I gotta white hoe, i emir, like McGuire
She so [?]
We gon’ spin, until we dizzy
Probably ballin’ like, P Diddy
[?] pop out with that [?]
pus*y boy, better hide them kids
[?] take off his wing
Aye, i ran out of love but girl for you, i swear i know what to do
I sign a deal, i get a Mil, i probably ice out all my crew
I pull up all black like I’m Gru
You know, you get me in that mood
Money different, color fruit, Lou’s
You know Tali, hop out shootin’
Ball like we was made [?]
He better not come around here, in no dazzy [?]
I got brand new J’s, and K’s
I’m talkin’ ‘bout ARP’s, with Lazer’s

[Chorus: FattMack]
You, know damn well, you got me out here feelin’ thumbin’ through these blues
You know i come trim, it’s Ricky Owen’s for my shoes
I been goin’ hard, everyday cause I don’t lose
I came up from nothin’, i got somethin’ for the prove
I know n*ggas want me dead, cause I’m that, dude
All these b*tches around me everyday, but i want, you
We keep share catchers, we ain’t leavin’, without no clues