Cut Throat
Sipping holy water
Rolling j's up with these bible pages fucking with me
That's a risky move
And mane you might not make it I'm not patient bitch
I need my motherfucking dope smoke
Tryna hit my blunt mane that's a motherfucking no go
Solo
How I'm riding bitch I'm in my own zone
Feel like Eric Cartman screw you guys I'm bout to go home
Popo
Plotting on me creeping on the low low
If you wan get buck then come and see me at my show bro
Fucking it up when I'm hitting the stage and I jump in the crowd
Gotta get buck when in the vicinity jumping around
After the show we go back to the hotel we puffin on loud
Yo bitch she with us she blinded by lust and she loving the sound
Never playing always cut throat
Had let these suckas know
Never fold for the gold
Fuck you know got yo bitch all
On me topping while I'm blowing smoke
Gotta go and hit that
Motha fucka if he wit he FIVE O
Nah pussy shit i'm never wit it
Gon about my business
Steady winnin you be trippin
Over me cause I'm doing this shit clean
Fuck you mean got yo hoe givin
Dome to the team we the reapers in this scene
Rippin thru teeth knockin up till six deep
They don't really understand me
Mayday
All of you stuck in a rat race
I want the blood and the first taste
See the endeavor of my rage
Power astounding now look at you bitch better fuck off
Or I'm pulling the switch
The pack is too hungry for this
Again word to wise might backtrack
Send trauma to them like flashbacks
Pussy talk no Black Mac
Got a whole blade in my backpack
Drooling over my track fast
Don't try us might not last
Smoke a nigga like big gas
When a Beam clap with your hoe ass
All this fucking talking yeah it got me pissed
I can tell you that you never wanted this
Cold case cause a nigga never miss aye
Now his ass a ghost you better drown that in a fifth aye
Rolling j's up with these bible pages fucking with me
That's a risky move
And mane you might not make it I'm not patient bitch
I need my motherfucking dope smoke
Tryna hit my blunt mane that's a motherfucking no go
Solo
How I'm riding bitch I'm in my own zone
Feel like Eric Cartman screw you guys I'm bout to go home
Popo
Plotting on me creeping on the low low
If you wan get buck then come and see me at my show bro
Fucking it up when I'm hitting the stage and I jump in the crowd
Gotta get buck when in the vicinity jumping around
After the show we go back to the hotel we puffin on loud
Yo bitch she with us she blinded by lust and she loving the sound
Never playing always cut throat
Had let these suckas know
Never fold for the gold
Fuck you know got yo bitch all
On me topping while I'm blowing smoke
Gotta go and hit that
Motha fucka if he wit he FIVE O
Nah pussy shit i'm never wit it
Gon about my business
Steady winnin you be trippin
Over me cause I'm doing this shit clean
Fuck you mean got yo hoe givin
Dome to the team we the reapers in this scene
Rippin thru teeth knockin up till six deep
They don't really understand me
Mayday
All of you stuck in a rat race
I want the blood and the first taste
See the endeavor of my rage
Power astounding now look at you bitch better fuck off
Or I'm pulling the switch
The pack is too hungry for this
Again word to wise might backtrack
Send trauma to them like flashbacks
Pussy talk no Black Mac
Got a whole blade in my backpack
Drooling over my track fast
Don't try us might not last
Smoke a nigga like big gas
When a Beam clap with your hoe ass
All this fucking talking yeah it got me pissed
I can tell you that you never wanted this
Cold case cause a nigga never miss aye
Now his ass a ghost you better drown that in a fifth aye
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Writer(s): Gino Gutierrez
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