Mutual - Intellectual

[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 fuckin’ off, if i say somethin’ ‘bout it, you just gonna deny it and lie

So I’ma keep shit P, these hoes on me

It’s bowls in every spot

Shoot at me, I’m blastin’ back, can’t name no nigga 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

Bitch 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 niggas want me dead, cause I’m that, dude

All these bitches 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 bitch, she fucked 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 nigga play he done

[Verse: ThereGoMarcus]

When you with me, swear, you won’t lose

I’m on perks, and this tool

Nigga 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 [?]

Pussy 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