"MUTT" lyrics

Money done geeked on this mothafucka

Mutt, mutt, mutt, mutt
We havin stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff
Shawty gon' buss, buss, buss, buss
We shoot, better duck, duck, duck, duck

I seen on Twitter, they say I don't get no hoes, I gotta hunnid pullin up
I just went 24's on my rolls, it's lookin like a Tonka truck
I just came off the road doin' my shows, just me, Slow and Bucks
Fuckin on strippers, I'm staying with my pole, better not try your luck

Back to backwoods, yeah, we line it up
We having fine stuff
100's and 50's divide it up
Then we throwing it up
Double me up, yeah, I'm drinking it up
Styrofoam the cup
Where did you get em? Your diamonds are dull
Your jeweler ain't nun'

I just went 5k on a pint of Wok, bitch, I got you rent my cup
Huncho came through, eight carats on his ear, bitch, I'm 'bout to double up
I'm doing great I ain't trying to go on dates, baby, I'm tryna fuck
I don't wanna sleep, girl, I'm staying awake
Got the pharmacy in my gut

All my bitches with shades on they face, yeah, 'cause I geeked em up
Sent my hoes a black truck and I told 'em just keep following us
All my bros, they gang members, they neck piece be tennis'd up
Racks in these pockets stuffed
Wrist, watch, 200 plus

I got more money than most of these rappers
I hear 'em talkin', I don't give a fuck
Spoiling a hoe like a brat, I got her a Tennis chain and it's princess cut
Money musik on the beat, ever since he signed, baby boy going up
My new bitch got four, five races in her so I call her mama a mutt

Mutt, mutt, mutt, mutt
We havin stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff
Shawty gon' buss, buss, buss, buss
We shoot, better duck, duck, duck, duck