Cutthroat
Bitch I- no wait
Boy I hit the tone cock it back
Hoe I gotta hollar at
Hollow points in your direction
Ain't no- ain't no stopping that
Chrome to your dome
Leave you missin'
Just a givin'
Check the score always winnin'
Sniffin' a line for the ones that we lost
Bitch you trippin'
Steady cuttin' with my blade
Ready guttin' for the fade
Many duckin' while I spray
Your bitch she sluttin' to get paid
I been counting up my racks
While smokin' on the sack
Your bitch she don't know how to act
I'm hitting back shots in the 'lac
Down for the set
Laughing at your fucking threats
Don't you forget
I'll fucking kill you like my life is pissed on debt
Bitch come to the front
And show me a 'lil spin yeah
I pop out at the cut
I'll spin his block and spin again
Its masks out 'till this car crash no crash-outs yeah we haul ass
Let them bullets up and lift him then it ain't nothing but that gas
Show 'em
Tell these bitch ass niggas don't test me
Beat yo ass 'till the cops come out and arrest me
They better have E.M.S Imma make sure yo bitch ass dies at the crime scene
Never really understood my exes but I ain't takin' the time to learn 'em yeah
I like my shit plain and simple
I fuck a bitch and make her a cripple
Boy I hit the tone cock it back
Hoe I gotta hollar at
Hollow points in your direction
Ain't no- ain't no stopping that
Chrome to your dome
Leave you missin'
Just a givin'
Check the score always winnin'
Sniffin' a line for the ones that we lost
Bitch you trippin'
Steady cuttin' with my blade
Ready guttin' for the fade
Many duckin' while I spray
Your bitch she sluttin' to get paid
I been counting up my racks
While smokin' on the sack
Your bitch she don't know how to act
I'm hitting back shots in the 'lac
Down for the set
Laughing at your fucking threats
Don't you forget
I'll fucking kill you like my life is pissed on debt
Bitch come to the front
And show me a 'lil spin yeah
I pop out at the cut
I'll spin his block and spin again
Its masks out 'till this car crash no crash-outs yeah we haul ass
Let them bullets up and lift him then it ain't nothing but that gas
Show 'em
Tell these bitch ass niggas don't test me
Beat yo ass 'till the cops come out and arrest me
They better have E.M.S Imma make sure yo bitch ass dies at the crime scene
Never really understood my exes but I ain't takin' the time to learn 'em yeah
I like my shit plain and simple
I fuck a bitch and make her a cripple
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Writer(s): 187 Killas
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