Cut Letra

I can't sip with you cause your lean always cut
Made a hundred bands off fifty bucks, yeah
Came from nothin', we don't give a fuck
Never lackin', keep my toolies tucked, yeah
I think my bitch need a bigger ass
Not gon' lie, it do look kinda flat yuh
Got her booty fixed and now she bad, yuh
Top me while I'm drivin', I might crash, yuh

I remember, I was out of luck
She get on her knees, think she prayin' when she suck
If you need them keys, prolly know a couple plugs
I be gettin' G's, I don't need to sell no drugs, drugs
I be on that grind, like everyday aye
Nigga rich, I'm gettin' money, I don't take brakes
She give me throat-oat, oh, I feel like Tay-K, ayy
Joey droppin' bombs, you better vacate

I can't sip with you cause your lean always cut
Made a hundred bands off fifty bucks, yeah
Came from nothin', we don't give a fuck
Never lackin', keep my toolies tucked, yeah
I think my bitch need a bigger ass
Not gon' lie, it do look kinda flat
Got her booty fixed and now she bad, yuh
Top me while I'm drivin', I might crash, yuh

I remember smokin' with the plug
I ain't have no friends, just the money and the drugs
Now I'm in my bag posted with a bunch of thugs
I won't sip yo' lean, I can tell that shit is cut, cut
I can tell yo' shit is always stepped on
Hit a lick and then I split, I take the rest home
Aim it at your face, he slick, he got a vest on
I got the Cadillac in white and plus the rest chrome, look
Niggas talkin' on my name, but they wanna be me, it's a shame
Twenty on the motherfuckin' chain, uh
Buggin' if you think that you can tame us
I be with Gorillas and the Lions
In the zoo where my hitters really spyin'
Got these Robin's on my jeans, I'm really flyin'
Bitch, it's off the dome, not even tryin'
But did I mention y'all my sons? (Y'all my sons Bop)
The blicky came right with a drum
Nigga broke, was eatin' crumbs, yuh
But now I eat filet mignon

I can't sip with you cause your lean always cut
Made a hundred bands with fifty bucks, yuh
Came from nothin', we don't give a fuck
Never lackin', keep my toolies tucked, bitch
I think my bitch need a bigger ass
Not gon' lie, it do look kinda flat yuh
Got her booty fixed and now she bad, yeah
Top me while I'm drivin', I might crash, yeah

I remember, I was out of luck
She get on her knees, think she prayin' when she suck
If you need them keys, prolly know a couple plugs
I be gettin' G's, I don't need to sell no drugs, drugs
I be on that grind, like everyday aye
Nigga rich, I'm gettin' money, I don't take brakes
She give me throat-oat, oh, I feel like Tay-K, ayy
Joey droppin' bombs, you better vacate

I can't sip with you cause your lean always cut
Made a hundred bands with fifty bucks, yeah
Came from nothin', we don't give a fuck
Never lackin', keep my toolies tucked, yeah
I think my bitch need a bigger ass
Not gon' lie, it do look kinda flat
Got her booty fixed and now she bad, yeah
Top me while I'm drivin', I might crash, yeah