Cuttin' Up

Aye yo lemme cut up for yall a Lil bit Mama told me get it so I got it The ball was in my court and t The time was running out You know I shot it Mama told me get her So I got Her She was bad like Ella may I got the seven digits and her m Macaroni poppin Little mama told me that my Flows go harder than a sauna in The summer time Like Arizona Phoenix Suns I'm trying to reach new Fahrenheits the heat is on My flow Celsius I speak the sun Cuttin up Ima shake the game up like Milk chocolate Yall intolerant to the lactose And the cheese But I need all of it I changed my game up You changed ya plays up You took the lay up Leave me lone in the corner Ima put the tre' up They gave me flours I got my Cake up Yeah just like flowers I stank The place up I got the booty and the loot and The cutie and we laid up When we lovin she like oh God So Now we prayed up Lets get to grips like yall Hutchin on my stick Smacking on my name like it Taste like licorice Call me a clown cause im Penny wise act like I ain't it Thats why yall aint rich Cuttin up Pay me ill bunny hop on any Track that you want Don't play me im no guitar aint No strumming me on Please Don't understate me like You are the one put me on Blowing through yo heater oh So cold feel like freon No wife beaters I stay flexing Like three arms Just give me the ball and I'm a Ball like Dion They called me MVP but I aint Got my Ringer on So much game left like I didnt Put the season on Its todays beats that Im eatin on The metaphors I'm Feasting on More sauce than when a Pepperoni pizza's done I'm breaded up and im cheesin Sun Mozzarella cheddar like Swiss Beats we on Cuttin up