Who's Mutt? Lyrics

Yeah

It's Mr. flow so villainous

Yo flow frivolous

Mutt

No one ill as us

Just so conspicuous

I go so ridiculous

Hoe got syphilis

Her mans funiculus

Ripped off witg the prick of a pickle

That's rippled with a crunch

Polygamous bitches bruh

My flow like a fickle Nun

Switchin religions up

Whenever she drinks a cup

Of biblical Jesus blood

She reaches for

An old mossberg in the mossy oak duffel bag

Layin in the back of the dump boy

Trigger finger itchin and wrinkled up boy

Aight Jchill that's enough boy

Not a fuck boy

But I'm up boy

They so annoyed

Which gun boy?

It's a tough choice

Makin loud noise

need to exploit

Beats get destroyed

Yeah it's Mutt boy

Yo I got a little more

Who the fuck is Mutt?

I bet they prolly suck

Who the fuck are you cunt?

To be blunt

I'ma smoke you like Runtz

People notice I can rap

they wanna be best buds

Get fucked

You ain't hit my line once

You a chump

It's the first of the month

In god we trust

I must've thought of somethin else to bust

Hold up

Who the dude that got the hoodie on

But just for shade

Sunny summer rain

What a lovely day

Must be Jake

Chillin bumpin Mutt for days

What a fuckin disgrace

He should cover his face

Yeah I peel like grape

So I cover with paste

But like not in a gay way

This ain't treyway

Gettin my pay day

I'm into her brainwaves

She give me butterflies

Like right before game day

It's a real vibe

Think she feelin the same way

We gettin high

And drunk in the same day

She in my ride

And she watchin me while I lane change

By my side

And we will remain great

It's Jake

Yeah

I wish I had a cigarette

Still ticking like a time bomb

Clicking like a time clock

Clicking like click bait on Shark week

Gotta start weak

Like I'm off key

Coming for your blood like a heartbeat

How awfully

Fuck a synonym i put cinnamon in my riddelin

I'm catching vibes like Kittleman

I grew up on jay z though

Never saw Michael in person shooting them three's though

Never saw Michael with Annie or Billie Jean though

It feel like magic

Magic when you're moving

Ain't it tragic

Tragic what you're doing

It's a habit

A habit that you're losing

I'm a student

And I'm fluent

In the music

Oh

I'm bilingual in the money

Make some then make more

Ben my only friend if I lose him I'll make more

You keeping it a hundred I'll take it from you and make more

Negative twelve up here in Toga

I'm tryna stretch my money so she can do the yoga

I'm moving up positions like I play for Minnesota

Fuck it I'ma build an igloo out in Colorado Boulder

She smother me in coochie

She fuck with my smolder

My cup runneth over

I thought I told ya

Fill it up with whiskey soda

Who's Mutt they don't know us

But they gon know us

When all of this shit is over

All Mutts go to heaven

Who?

Who's Mutt?

You ain't never heard of Mutt?

Fuck you bitch

Mutt?

Fuck you bitch