CUTTA

Yeah, I tote they cutta when I walk inside the club
I tote that heater when I walk inside that bitch
Make one phone call, get his whole gang lit the fuck up
Bitch talkin shut the fuck up
Yeah, stupid bitch keep whining, told her shut the fuck up
Hellcat it be whining when I rev that bitch up
Yeah, slide, slide when I'm riding in that whip

Slide, slide when I slide inside your bitch
Hold on, bitch, I spent about hundreds on this shit
I can't feel my body, boy, I'm geekin off this shit
I can't feel my body, drugs got me sick as shit

And now I'm talking all my shit, I ain't get to pop yet
Had to cut him out, that shit ain't get to pop yet
Man, I told him, get on the change, I ain't with the nonsense
Had me fighting with myself, played with a hard hit

Had me selling out my soul, stayed at the auction
I'm outside in that wide body, about to go to Space
Bitch, I threw that nine away and went and bought a Drac
Went and got my Drac

We could swipe these cards, but there ain't no value like my face
We could drive high-speed cars on the interstate
Twelve got me in a chase, yeah, yeah
Watch my brody hit that shit pure and it ain't laced

Walk inside that bitch, wear my mask, leave no trace
I was on that block, outside serving all that bass, yeah
I tote that cutta when I walk inside the club
I tote that heater when I walk inside that bitch

Make one phone call, get his whole gang lit the fuck up
Bitch talkin , shut the fuck