Mulch Songtext

Used to have to roll up on my washer (on my washer)
But since the upgrade I got options (I got options)
Now I got like 13 rooms that I could gut in (I could gut in)
Like I might just roll up in the walk in the closet
Vintage painted tile line in the hallways (yeah)
Hand chiseled moldin' on the fireplace
Neighbors see me and they get scared (get scared)
'Cause I sure don't look like I belong here

Snap your fingers (snap your fingers), twist a blunt (twist a blunt)
I can do this shit as much as I want (ah-ah)
Bitch what (bitch what), get stomped (get stomped)
I feel like young buck, black denim, beige lugs (beige lugs)
30 rolled up (uh), pull up pop trunk (trunk)
Dropped what I was told, started doin' what I want (want)
Now my life serene (-rene), I simply can't explain (-plain)
It never gets old wakin' up to your dreams

Snap your fingers (snap your fingers), twist a blunt (twist a blunt) I can do this shit as much as I want (ah-ah)
Bitch what (bitch what), get stomped (get stomped)
I feel like young buck, black denim, beige lugs
Snap your fingers, twist a blunt

(SESH)