Mulligan (feat. Blvck Svm)

Gettin' paid off tha back end I jus fugged my ex girl, now she think we back friends Shorty slidin' with me she get nervous round my black friends Bro jus brought tha gas in Niggas take my style guess they outchea tryina match den Yea I let em have it, You got it I'm cashin' deposits Had to earn my stripes n stay solid Skippin' pool daze Tha rollie crip it got blue face Crossin' off my bucket list Shorty say I'm stingy wit' my money I been budgetin. You gon' have to pay me for these verses I been publishin' Had to pull my trump card like I was republican I know she gon' let me hit it over thas a Aye That's a mulligan Shorty like my accent told that girl southern Niggas talk shi we air em out jus like them bubble pants Stackin' up this money jus to stretch it in a rubber band Yea Run it back that's a mulligan I jus popped an xo, how it get back up again Niggas talkin' shit but we can't hear em like they mumbling 1942 it got me stumbin' dancing on these niggas like tha runnin' man Ion't never see my competition who I'm up against Niggas hit yo block n spin yo block that shi a mulligan Yea, Aye Picture change like a back drop All I see is hand prints, way to many back shots All I see is fake shit way to many ass shots Smokin' on this Brady, Fugg around and pass out Shorty say she goin' thru withdrawal we boutta cash out I think she a cash cow All my niggas ballin' so I had to play tha mascot, Yea yea I kept 40 dollas in my black socks, Yea yea New Bentayga with the glass top Need to get it tinted before I whip it to the stash spot I don't do no politicking, I just let the cash talk New Balenciaga scarf, I rock it like an ascot Gucci on the tag, Scott Summers how I'm coming with these goggles One eye open like I'm living in the grotto waiting for the camisado Niggas plotting on me, tryna hit the lotto Why they tryna get a Ceelo off my steelo? Hell if I know I got J's in Toronto, itching for an 8 Paying homage to Vince Carter how I jump my feature rate All this rapping got a nigga gaining weight I been eating tracks for dinner, all this food up on my plate Richard Mille like a lake, frostbite if you feeling on the face I don't suggest it, and the same go for the necklace chilling on my solar plexus Got me breathless, niggas living young and reckless Got the hunnids in the wall like they asbestos