Cut It Out!
(Cut it the fuck out, Arya)
Cut it out, cut it out, ten percent
Cut it out, cut it out, twenty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, fifty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, ten percent
Cut it out, cut it out, twenty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, fifty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, ten percent (cut it out)
Cut it out, cut it out, twenty percent (huh)
Cut it out, cut it out, fifty percent (aye, aye)
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent (yeah, uh, uh)
Cut it out (cut it out)
Stuck in the mud yet I chuck the clout (cut it out)
I double the dub I don't tumble out
Stumblin' up to another town (I'm tumblin')
My circle don't play fuck a roundabout (Arya)
You wanna stand up could you humble down
The money is loopin' the commas is stupid
I'm shinin' like Kubrick, can't fumble now (loopin')
Uh, uh (wooh)
T-shirt the price of a suit, uh (wooh)
Gettin' the stone like Medusa
Passenger seat in the new car
I'm grippin' the thigh she go "ooh," uh
Takin' it downtown (Arya)
And we blastin' the speaker surround sound (come with me, bitch)
And I'm splittin' the cheddar y'all, calm down
I'm playin' the numbers like countdown (calm down)
I play and I get deposits, get the parties
Get the profits, and I prolly pack the pockets (okay)
Grab the power, after hours
Money showers, y'all some cowards (you talk way too much)
Y'all just sour
Fillin' my cup, I'm fillin it up (Arya) (God bless)
Got bubbles in it like I dip in the tub (God bless)
Bitches so twerky, quirky, perky (woah)
Chirp like a birdie, flirty, dirty (woah, woah)
(So cut it out)
Cut it out, cut it out, ten percent
Cut it out, cut it out, twenty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, fifty percent (aah)
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, ten percent (cut it out)
Cut it out, cut it out, twenty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, fifty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Could you cut, it out (cut it out)
Flip up the money, I flip out the pout
And I'm sick of my homies who's stickin' in doubt
Bitches servin' the burden y'all surfin' the couch
Could you cut, it out (Arya) (cut it)
I am no boy who want partial amounts (uh-uh)
Departin' my Honda to park in the South
My card got declined Imma bargain the crowd
Just cut, it out (wooh)
I hope our mamas are proud
Fuck you think I am about
You nimble the cookie, your cookie is soft (your shit is soft, bitch)
The dough got the sugar but though it was sour (Arya)
Somebody bakin' like "who," no
Come down for dinner like "oops," now
Picket fences
Got me pickin' chances, got the big connection
Tickle tickle your bitch, she laughin' (tickly, tickly, tickly)
A little of giggle I made it happen (ha-ha-ha)
Your clique lookin' brittle, they big in the cappin'
Y'all bunch of Chris Rocks, I'm Dave Chapellin'
Imma go dumb, no double downs
You think its funny when y'all be the clowns
I am your daddy, I make your allowance (five, four)
Y'all bitches be grounded but look at us bounce, bounce (we want more)
Cut it out, cut it out, ten percent (uh)
Cut it out, cut it out, twenty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, fifty percent (aah)
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, ten percent (cut it out)
Cut it out, cut it out, twenty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, fifty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out
Cut it out, cut it out, ten percent
Cut it out, cut it out, twenty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, fifty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, ten percent
Cut it out, cut it out, twenty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, fifty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, ten percent (cut it out)
Cut it out, cut it out, twenty percent (huh)
Cut it out, cut it out, fifty percent (aye, aye)
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent (yeah, uh, uh)
Cut it out (cut it out)
Stuck in the mud yet I chuck the clout (cut it out)
I double the dub I don't tumble out
Stumblin' up to another town (I'm tumblin')
My circle don't play fuck a roundabout (Arya)
You wanna stand up could you humble down
The money is loopin' the commas is stupid
I'm shinin' like Kubrick, can't fumble now (loopin')
Uh, uh (wooh)
T-shirt the price of a suit, uh (wooh)
Gettin' the stone like Medusa
Passenger seat in the new car
I'm grippin' the thigh she go "ooh," uh
Takin' it downtown (Arya)
And we blastin' the speaker surround sound (come with me, bitch)
And I'm splittin' the cheddar y'all, calm down
I'm playin' the numbers like countdown (calm down)
I play and I get deposits, get the parties
Get the profits, and I prolly pack the pockets (okay)
Grab the power, after hours
Money showers, y'all some cowards (you talk way too much)
Y'all just sour
Fillin' my cup, I'm fillin it up (Arya) (God bless)
Got bubbles in it like I dip in the tub (God bless)
Bitches so twerky, quirky, perky (woah)
Chirp like a birdie, flirty, dirty (woah, woah)
(So cut it out)
Cut it out, cut it out, ten percent
Cut it out, cut it out, twenty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, fifty percent (aah)
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, ten percent (cut it out)
Cut it out, cut it out, twenty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, fifty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Could you cut, it out (cut it out)
Flip up the money, I flip out the pout
And I'm sick of my homies who's stickin' in doubt
Bitches servin' the burden y'all surfin' the couch
Could you cut, it out (Arya) (cut it)
I am no boy who want partial amounts (uh-uh)
Departin' my Honda to park in the South
My card got declined Imma bargain the crowd
Just cut, it out (wooh)
I hope our mamas are proud
Fuck you think I am about
You nimble the cookie, your cookie is soft (your shit is soft, bitch)
The dough got the sugar but though it was sour (Arya)
Somebody bakin' like "who," no
Come down for dinner like "oops," now
Picket fences
Got me pickin' chances, got the big connection
Tickle tickle your bitch, she laughin' (tickly, tickly, tickly)
A little of giggle I made it happen (ha-ha-ha)
Your clique lookin' brittle, they big in the cappin'
Y'all bunch of Chris Rocks, I'm Dave Chapellin'
Imma go dumb, no double downs
You think its funny when y'all be the clowns
I am your daddy, I make your allowance (five, four)
Y'all bitches be grounded but look at us bounce, bounce (we want more)
Cut it out, cut it out, ten percent (uh)
Cut it out, cut it out, twenty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, fifty percent (aah)
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, ten percent (cut it out)
Cut it out, cut it out, twenty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, fifty percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out, cut it out, hundred percent
Cut it out
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Writer(s): Stef K., Tyrone Ezekiel
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