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Kuttem Reese - No Statements (feat. Lil Durk) (Lyrics)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kuttem Reese
Kuttem Reese
Vocals
Prodby Z
Prodby Z
Programming
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Williams
Anthony Williams
Songwriter
Isaiah Banks
Isaiah Banks
Songwriter
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prodby Z
Prodby Z
Producer
Kyle Denmead
Kyle Denmead
Mixing Engineer

Letras

Eh-eh, look We ain't getting on no live, nigga We ain't sending out no threats, nigga, look Who the fuck is Kuttem Reese? Who the fuck is that? (Who is that?) I'm finna show you right here, I'm finna show you right here Look We ain't sendin' out no texts, nigga We ain't gettin' on no live talkin' about beef and sendin' out threats, nigga (shh) All you niggas crashin', follow the blind and you crash next, nigga Baby Joe can go on that ace of spades to come out as that nigga (out of here) Every time I come, I come direct, nigga, get your aim right He let out 62 shots, in five attempts, must they aim right? (Pussy) I wasn't even dead you missed your target and I was in plain sight Plain car, everybody get laced up and get them things right (come on, come on) Fuck the red and blue lights, we still gon' slide We doing it the same night (right now, right now) I just got the drop, yeah, after this light, just make the same right Stretch gang, she must say I scrap know that she a dang dyke You sent your stepper and guess what happened, that nigga lost his damn life (right here) I got 'em hot, I know he mad I got 'em out his element He IG Live talkin' paperwork, but he ain't got no evidence (coward, coward) How the fuck I'm a rapper and be Kuttem Reese if I'm supposed to be on that telling shit? I would have caught a flight and went with 6iх9inе if I was on that federal shit (stupid) Y'all ain't really care about y'all nigga, y'all just made him shirts Like the other side, them boys ain't never slide, I know they family hurt I'm runnin' with them Z's, but you know me, I grew up in church For that nigga screamin', "Pressure" 'til he in the dirt For that nigga screamin', "Pressure" 'til he in the dirt Rrahh-rrahh, CKN, bitch Smurk (gang, gang, gang), hah I'm with real gang members in this bitch right now (gang, gang) Real killers for real, bro (gang, gang, gang, gang) Get on niggas asses, you fuck with them niggas, we don't give out passes (let's get it) Them niggas was bragging, get on their ass and turn they brothers ashes (brrah) Dissing me ain't safe, this shit for real, my shit gon' come with caskets (facts) I hang with some takers, they ain't with me, if you catch them niggas asking Lil' bro give headshots for real (yeah) Calm bro down, he off two pills (yeah) Slide on opps, bro got the wheel (yeah) Black box on the Glock for real (gang) Roll my dawg got two Glocks for real Dude ass head got shot and lived (let's get it) I don't let hoes come to the crib, for the cash they'll drop yo' lo' for real I'm a gangsta, shit, I'm a Chiraq baby, what's this like? It's like Iraq, baby You ain't a ho, I know you like that, baby That highspeed in that Hellcat crazy (skrrt) Why you playin'? Ain't no Glock on safety Switch his tush that top go crazy Lil' bro treat that Glock like Brady (let's get it) Drugs and lean, I'm juiced up daily What red light? I'm not Toosii, baby (I'm not Toosii) We don't stop at those, you crazy? (Crazy) I just paid my dawg his bond, I just paid my lawyer 80 Like, wait, bro, you gotta pause for this Ayy, bitch, take off your drawers for this Ayy, snitch, what you gon' call this shit? I'm rich, free all my dawgs again, let's get it Yeah, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm Mm-mm-mm, mm Mm-mm-mm, you can hear them chains clickin' in this motherfucker Gang, gang, gang
Writer(s): Anthony Williams, Durk Banks, Isaiah Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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