Cut Like a Blender
Cut like a blender, chopper like the feegy
They got so many pussy nigggas
They starting to police me
I don't give a fuck, if you be in the cut
With the choppers, so dap m up
Eat m for lunch
Shootin out the window saying Young Money
Motherfucker
You niggas know shit from sugar
You niggas know kisses from bullit's
See me in the Bentley, with one rolled window
You know a boss, I'm a booker
My bitch get tossed like I through her
A bitch get lost if I took her
To the thrift show to where I live, like
Look here
I got a mansion in the cave, like Batman
And your girl pussy poppin on the handstand
You wanna flex up behind it, you a bad man
Young Money, strong funny, age like bam bam
Black Lamb on the interstate
Coppers givin chace
Bet you I could get away spitta!
Cut like a blender, chopper like the feegy
They got so many pussy nigggas
They starting to police me
I don't give a fuck, if you be in the cut
With the choppers, so dap m up
Eat m for lunch
Shootin out the window saying Young Money
Motherfucker
Yo, I'm sittin in the Chevy Shavell
With my favorite girl
She watchin Dave Chapell
While me, I'm on the selly
Bout to blaze an L
Talkin to one of my homies
That's caged in jail
He tellin me bout this nigga
That's raised in hell
Word done got back to him
That I blazed his girl
Now be callin like it's the end of the world
Now I gotta put in his world, close to daten
Close to Satan
That's when you're gone when I see ya
I'm glad I'm me, cause, bitch
I wouldn't wwanna be ya
My niggas are like Freddikets
My life is the subject
Like Homer said, the greek homicides
I done it
What it is, ransom, parents, handsome
Make you feel it in your chest
Like breast cancer
See Big said, niggas bleed just like us
But he never knew, niggas be cheese
Just like us
Cut like a blender, chopper like the feegy
They got so many pussy nigggas
They starting to police me
I don't give a fuck, if you be in the cut
With the choppers, so dap m up
Eat m for lunch
Shootin out the window saying Young Money
Motherfucker
Skinny nigga, fat pockets
Shoot you in the back
Just to get your back poppin
What you know about fat profit
Cause I got that bitch, in my back poket
Went straight to the grove, skipped college
Yeah, you know, me and Mack
Had them streets poppin
Stylin on you, I unload this volume on you
Young B, with 2 gloccs
Make a nigga see double off, one shot
Rocks in my chain, like Barney Rubble
This ain't an axadent, I was born to hustle
Cut like a blender, chopper like the feegy
They got so many pussy nigggas
They starting to police me
I don't give a fuck, if you be in the cut
With the choppers, so dap m up
Eat m for lunch
Shootin out the window saying Young Money
Motherfucker