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Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
All in yo bihh bout to nut... LIKE
Be calling yo bihh say hut... LIKE
This bitch think she bad did you not see her gut
This bitches be flawgin they pullin a front
Safari in the cut best believe we gon stunt
Got some patrone and some whiskey and some fire in the blunt
If it's 4th down and we up we is not finna punt!
We finna beat at they ass like I'm Donald the trump
Couple goons in the back and they ready and pumped
To jump on yo head have y'all niggas look slumped
That bitch say she bout it but she ain't finna Fuck
So I'm just passing her by like I'm Andrew the Luck
We got plenty in line to have that bitch look starstruck
We be reading these bitches like I'm Ed with the book
Fucked up his homie now his crew looking shook
Got the heat on the low call us Chef Curry the cook
Couple glocks fully loaded make yoo boy do the jook
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
I pull up without trying to stunt (like)
Yo bitch wanna roll me a blunt (like)
You see me, you say it's on sight (right)
But you lookin like you scared to fight (bitch!)
I'm with blueeee
That's my nigg wit a uh in the back
In the coupeee
Got the engine and the roof in the back
I don't slow down, I just go fast
I take my shots. I do not pass
We got patron & we got gas
I puff puff puff and then I pass
If you broke, get a cast
I'm in my zone, I'm bout to spazz
No competition cause I blow them out the map
Dropped out of school cause I hustle and I rap
Ain't no shooter but I gotta stay strapped
No snakes in the grass but your circle full of rats
Haters show love but talk shit behind your back
Until they get smacked like Barry with the bat
In the East side. 305 is where I'm at
Down in south beach smoking blunts on the sand
Sun goes down. We in the club with the Xan's
Wake up in the morning. Top floor is where we at
I be saying what I'm seeing
I be rapping what I'm dreamin
So Metaphorically speakin
I'm whippin foreigns this weekend
With a new bitch that I'm meetin'
The vibrations got her leakin'
As we vibin to The Weeknd
Won't be long until we freakin
I am a dog, get that understood
If I'm in yo city I'm robbin yo hood
Then back to my hood with all of the goods
And give to my people like I'm Robin Hood
You say that I won't now I feel like I should
You say that I can't but I know that I could
I grab on the mic & now they lookin shook
I'm going at your head like you Pac & I'm Suge
(BITCH!)
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
All in yo bihh bout to nut... LIKE
Be calling yo bihh say hut... LIKE
This bitch think she bad did you not see her gut
This bitches be flawgin they pullin a front
Safari in the cut best believe we gon stunt
Got some patrone and some whiskey and some fire in the blunt
If it's 4th down and we up we is not finna punt!
We finna beat at they ass like I'm Donald the trump
Couple goons in the back and they ready and pumped
To jump on yo head have y'all niggas look slumped
That bitch say she bout it but she ain't finna Fuck
So I'm just passing her by like I'm Andrew the Luck
We got plenty in line to have that bitch look starstruck
We be reading these bitches like I'm Ed with the book
Fucked up his homie now his crew looking shook
Got the heat on the low call us Chef Curry the cook
Couple glocks fully loaded make yoo boy do the jook
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
I pull up without trying to stunt (like)
Yo bitch wanna roll me a blunt (like)
You see me, you say it's on sight (right)
But you lookin like you scared to fight (bitch!)
I'm with blueeee
That's my nigg wit a uh in the back
In the coupeee
Got the engine and the roof in the back
I don't slow down, I just go fast
I take my shots. I do not pass
We got patron & we got gas
I puff puff puff and then I pass
If you broke, get a cast
I'm in my zone, I'm bout to spazz
No competition cause I blow them out the map
Dropped out of school cause I hustle and I rap
Ain't no shooter but I gotta stay strapped
No snakes in the grass but your circle full of rats
Haters show love but talk shit behind your back
Until they get smacked like Barry with the bat
In the East side. 305 is where I'm at
Down in south beach smoking blunts on the sand
Sun goes down. We in the club with the Xan's
Wake up in the morning. Top floor is where we at
I be saying what I'm seeing
I be rapping what I'm dreamin
So Metaphorically speakin
I'm whippin foreigns this weekend
With a new bitch that I'm meetin'
The vibrations got her leakin'
As we vibin to The Weeknd
Won't be long until we freakin
I am a dog, get that understood
If I'm in yo city I'm robbin yo hood
Then back to my hood with all of the goods
And give to my people like I'm Robin Hood
You say that I won't now I feel like I should
You say that I can't but I know that I could
I grab on the mic & now they lookin shook
I'm going at your head like you Pac & I'm Suge
(BITCH!)
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
Niggas talking shit I'm in the cut... LIKE
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Writer(s): Bluejay, Joseph Dorsey
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