Mutt - Romeo & Juliet (feat. Taysty Beats) Lyrics

How to begin
See with this story it starts with the end
She was destroying his heart for revenge
And He was deploying his art with a pen
See he used to toy with his bars for pretend
But This is more than to follow a trend
He was annoying to all of his friends
Because the boy could spit right off the head
One night it all went
He got upset
She said boy go take you a rest
Wake up in the morning
You Sure to forget
Hearing him snoring and shorty a mess
He gon remember how Shorty got bread
Shortly pretense
He Saw the way she dressed when she left
Wearing the dress that's as short as it gets
He lined his pockets with twenties and tens
She left her pocket book top of his desk
He had to check
Too curious
He had a check
Benjamins, Rubber bands
She got envelopes
Hundreds within
This shit heavy. He holding his head
He said "holy shit"
Walkin around he holdin his head
Yeah
Walk out the crib and He Holdin a tech
Lightin a spliff to lighten the stress
Holdin it in. He holdin his breath
He goin to get this shit off of his chest
Got the address that the envelope said
Walk in the crib and he noticing men
One with his hoe and he holdin her breast
Then he unloaded on both of the men
Loaded it again
Put that shit straight to his head
Yeah
As he pressed his piece he addressed
Her saying "bitch it's time for you to confess"
She looked at him with her face Unimpressed
Then she said that was her pimp
The only one makin her wet
Even then
Your shit wasn't the best
You've got an XXL complex
Thinkin u could kill them
They got some goons they could send
Who gon leave you like them
Screw loose in your head
He said "I love you til the end"
Then he pressed the tech to her temple instead
Yeah yeah
Now She Holdin her breath
I think you get the rest
Next who showed up the feds
They ain't make no arrest
They found both of them dead
LOVE STORY
ROMEO JULIET
Uhh yeah yeah
F*ck Juliet
Yeah yeah
I would never kill myself over bitches
You know the code
It's money over bitches
Rather get rich or die trying with interest
If we gon front them
We charge them some interest
Yuh
Takin his bitch she get down with the sickness
She sayin it's too many inches
I'm in the Lamb
Scrapin the rim
Say she a fan
Say she my Kin
She don't understand
She following trends
I get to the bag
She can't pay her rent
IT IS WHAT IT IS
Yuh
TOO MANY CARS
TOO MANY CLOTHES
NEED A NEW CRIB
Need a new crib
I get to the bag
She can't pay her rent
IT IS WHAT IT IS
IT IS WHAT IT IS
F*ck Juliet
I been up late
High on a grind
Too many women be thinking I'm fine
I tell 'em I don't got the time
So get the the f*ck up off my line
Theres so many calls I decline
I just want a piece of the mind
Kick back and recline
I like how you look from behind
Hit it and quit it I don't get the digits
I send my best wishes right after I F*ck up your spine
I think that the feds on the line
Recording the call
Therefore I cannot recall
What none of them bitches have said I'm sick of it all
Load it and cock it and put it back down
Roulette on the table I spin it around
I don't wanna die yet
I'm on diet
But the bullet too big to digest
Call in a riot
I'm getting violent
Call out the silence
Quiet (shh)
Get me a pilot
So I can fly it
Wylin' on a private island
Don't know the numbers that I'm dialing
I'm in the penthouse stylin'
You wanna do what I do but you trying
If I said I was then I would be lying
Say that I love you
Leave after I f*ck you
But still you gon come thru
Said that I trust you
Yeah we have fun too
But what is that gun do
Please put it down I know that I hurt you
But I know that you flirt too
I swear that they lying don't know What you heard of
Bitch you committing a murder