Cut It (feat. Young Dolph)歌詞

作詞 : Odis Oliver Flores/Adolph Thornton Jr./Montre Edmonds
作曲 : Odis Oliver Flores/Adolph Thornton Jr./Montre Edmonds
(Feat. Young Dolph)
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Run up them bands on the regular, hittin' my plug on the celly, yeah
Tell my ex ************ that I'm sorry, Imma skate off in the 'Rari
Keep 36 by my side, Imma go bake me a pie
Keep 45 on my side, ****** with my ******s, you die
All of my ******s say blood ,all of my ******s say cuz
OT, I found me a plug, I got it straight out the mud
Keep it a hundred, no bull, I fell in love with the drugs
Bustin' it down in the tub, pay me my money in dubs
Water whippin', lookin' like I'm fi************n'
Baseball in kitchen, with my arm I'm pitchin'
Rolie on, it's glistenin', and my darling, kissin'
******s steady trippin' so I'm steady grippin'
Dirty money on me, got a scale up on me
I don't ****** with phony, 'bout to sell a pony
All these ******s on me, all these ************ on me
Say my price is good, mother******, show me
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Went and bought a 911 with my trap money
A million up but still ain't never touch my rap money
I'm out in LA ******' with that boy OT
Flew to LA, got a plug on that OG
You know I've been gettin' money if you know me
When I first met my plug, I told him, "I piss a hundred G's"
I ain't comin' to get it unless you got a hundred piece
I don't want it, ****** it, your price, you need to cut it
Your ice, you need to tuck it, she ****** with me, she lucky
A half a million, all 20s in that Gucci luggage
Let's skip the small talk, it's time to talk numbers
Young ****** playin' with commas, might go get a Lamb for the summer
I've been outchea in these streets all my life hustlin'
My ****** beefin' then I'm beefin', wrong or right I'm bustin'
My traphouse, I love it
Put some Forgis on my old school and I had to gut it
But should I put a roof in?
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it