KUTTHROAT (PATTY CAKE) (feat. N-Tro)

We don't trust hoes
Nah we don't trust hoes
Bitches went to fuck
Another Nigga ho that's Kutthroat

Yeah that's kut, yeah that's what
Yeah that's kutthroat
Yeah that's kut, yeah that's what
Yeah that's kutthroat
Yeah that's kut, yeah that's what
Yeah that's kutthroat
Yeah that's kut, yeah that's what
Yeah that's kutthroat
My life is so cinematic
I got front row
Pussy talking he can have it
We can drop lo's
Of course I like getting money
Got me on deathrow
Bitches that delusional
We don't trust those
Patty cake patty cake
Bakers man
Fry a nigga head and then
We put it in a pan
In school I got hella fans
Outside I got hella fans
Like a phone line we got a plan
Always had my own brand
Niggas on ig thinking it's cool
Posting they self, popping a bean
I been feeling real lucky
But Ian got no archive celine
Fierce like a cat
Check my amount
I was just balling out
With my team
Give ha no dick
Now she gon pout
Yeah I had to flee the scene
Ain't no Abdul Jabbar
Do the sky hook
Call it Kareem
He wanted smoke
We get it hot, like he in a box
Gave him the green
Niggas act like we won't play
We'll put them out they misery
Make sure you got that on tape
Bathe like a ape
I'm in the trees
I got goals and aspirations
Now the people watching
Lethal shooter from the middle
Call me Goran Dragic
Shorty small just like a dwarf
Ian talking hobbit
Put him back up in his place
If that boy out of pocket

If he outta pocket
Get that nigga gone
I just faced two blunts
It got me in my zone
Niggas talking crazy
I bet he won't make it home
Bitch I'm all about my cheese
But ian talking provolone
Bitch it's walk down gang
Ain't no drive by
Bullets come in different colors
Like sum tie dye
Hit his ass like Ricky
Ain't no missing
Shit went fah fah
Glock nineteen grant wishes
Make you disappear like wala
Bitch I'm out my body geekin
Ho beside me and she eatin
Glock nineteen I get to squeezin
Control alt bitch I delete him
Pretty bitch she broke my meter
Bad as fuck but she a eater
Attitude bitch stuck on diva
Blowing gas ain't no sativa
Blowing za, and it's by the pound
MMSN Gang quick to
Walk you down
You like talking shit
Behind my back
But you ain't on that
When I come around
Ian running from no nigga
Roll him inna swisher
If he stepping out of bounds
Niggas ain't even like me then
So know damn well
They don't like me nowww
Patty cake Patty cake
Bakers man (bitch)
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Bakers man (bitch)
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Bakers man (bitch)
Patty cake Patty cake
Bakers man
Patty cake Patty cake
Bakers man (bitch)
Patty cake Patty cake
Bakers man
Patty cake Patty cake
Bakers man (bitch)
Patty cake Patty cake
Bakers man
Kai, N-Tro
Kai, bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Sakai Straughter
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