Mulligan ft. Blvck Svm Lyrics

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