Cut You Off

Ye ye ye ye ye ye

Shit, who your mans?
Contraband
Im so Tony Stark, Ronda Rous
On the heart
I got big money on heart
Big, big money
Big, big, big money
Big pockets, real money
I need free money
I like free money
Lotta bands for my hands
Lotta bands, fuck a friend
Had to cut 'em off
Fuck a friend
Had to cut 'em off
Fuck a friend
Had to tell 'em all
Fuck a friend
Had to cut 'em off
Fuck a friend
Had to tell 'em all
Fuck a friend

Trust nobody, bust somebody
That lil bitch, body-ody
That lil bitch prolly fuck somebody
Off a the molly movin her body
Off of these drugs, out of body
Like Ichigo Kurasaki
Get out my mind, get out my body
Backwood ballin, singin bolly
Dont act like you care about me
Why you make it complicated
I cant have you all around me
Like water round me, now im drowning
Pop the flava, gettin rowdy
Got the paper and the powder
More insane, its by the hour
In my mind im not a coward
I face what i have to
You, yo bitch, just talk about it
I move mountains, keep the balance
Talkin money talkin power
No federally



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Writer(s): Rylan Durham
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