Cutty

Woah
Taking 'em to church
It's only right
Righteous
GridLock
521
Ay
RIP Cutty too
Woah (ay), woah, (ay) woah
Ay, ay

Say call me what you want but you can't call me broke though
They call me Righteous now, they used to call me Loco
Talk big to a lil nigga, call 'eem poco
These pussies ain't calling shots, they calling popo
Eat his food, he get a buck and a fifty
Either that or it's G-Unit, he get Buck'd with the 50
Brooklyn nigga on some Cali shit, it's tucked in my dickies
16 in this 22 like I fuck with the Blixkies
Ay, ay
That's all facts, do you copy nigga
Tati ain't with nothing, tell yo bitch don't watch me nigga
521, we still GridLock'in nigga
Circle smaller but my pockets bigger
It's been years, niggas still fronting, we get it for real jumping
My niggas carry big shit, look like we bear hunting
Ay
And my youngin' ready to drill something
Don't get me lit, I got no chill button
Ay, ay
50 cal' glock with me in case it get sticky
Leave a nigga drippy, I don't mean he looking spiffy
If shit get ugly, I promise it won't be pretty
Light 'eem up, I mean literally, it's gon be litty
Not for nothing, I keep it on me, I gotta do it
Them bullets got no limit, we making Choppa music
Lotta gun sounds, you gon think it's Waka music
Rock your body, make your mama view it at the trauma unit
You don't want no drama stupid ay so watch your mouth
Right hook'll put blood in it, you'll have to wash your mouth
She a baddie and she hood, met her at the Waffle House
Now I'm 'bout to swim in that pussy, gotta bring the goggles out
Ay
She want a real nigga on her resumé
She say she been through a lot, been praying for a better day
I say shorty fuck your past, focus on the present day
Now she tripping like we boo'd up, girl you ain't Ella Mai
I do what Ella say
Ay, ay
I do what Ella say
Ay, ay
I do what Ella say
Ay, ay
And that's my daughter by the way, I do what Ella say