Cuttin' Loose

Far from a pimp, but know potential when I see it
Put you up on game, but it's on you to believe it
Throw my people bows, you won't see me like I'm Cena
In a 392, bumble bees on the seating
Kush is my cologne, won't even question if you smell it
Gettin' money, break hearts, rock ice for the swelling
As far as what I'm doing later on, no telling
Gingerbread man, if you can, better catch me
Before you ask my name, it's sitting right here on my necklace
Or call me Mr. whole lotta motion when addressing me
If I was dead broke, shit you probably wouldn't have guessed it
Never walk around with your hand out desperate
Won't even hold a convo if it ain't about a stack
Pushing P, nah I'm pushing M's, baby I'm a Mack
Burning tires on the scat, trying to run a four flat
The life of the function, but I'm posted in the back with it

Cuttin' Loose
I came in cuttin' loose (Yeah, yeah)
Cuttin' Loose
I feel like cuttin' loose (Yeah, yeah)

What's the point of having juice without the knowledge to use it
If I don't do nothing, getting cheddar's up and down my to do list
But you knew this
Fly as fuck without co-pilot and nor a stewardess
Can be the first of April, still miss me with all the foolery (Preach)
Put your bitch on a lease if you scared to lose her
But consider her gone if she chooses off what the move is
Chill on your own but on my time, you better move it
Something like a parking meter, pay a fee or you'll get booted
Real G'd up, talk cash shit real fluent
Hold my ring up, sipping codeine by the fluid ounce
Good in my hood, I can always roll through it
From the school of hard knocks, I'm an honor roll student (Roll call)
Take a seat baby, class in session
Don't even trip, it's on me when your glass gets empty
What you're witnessing right now is way past the average
I came in cuttin' loose like a pair of machetes you dig

Cuttin' Loose
I came in cuttin' loose (Yeah, yeah)
Cuttin' Loose
I feel like cuttin' loose (Yeah, yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Taylor
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