Cuttin - Kevin Gates: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Cuttin

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Hip-Hop

Cuttin was released on May 15, 2026 by Run It Up Records as a part of the album Lost Files - The Collection

Song Details

AlbumLost Files - The Collection

Release DateMay 15, 2026

LabelRun It Up Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM81

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Kevin Gates

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Kevin Gates

Composer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Gotta get 'em

You gotta get in there and get 'em

(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)

[Verse 1]

I be thinkin' 'bout that shit (Bricks), switchin' up my order

Gettin' caught, we ain't receivin' the minimum-time offer (You heard?)

I'm droppin' dimes off for a limited-time offer

Pussy smell like— with a stench like mop water

Lips down, ass out the window, she tastin' the meat

Vic throwin' cash out the window, can't stay in the Jeep

Play by the rules, start winnin' in the street

Now chicks choose to lose they virginity to me

Fresh in my white tee (You see it?), from the will of my feet

Cases still in the seat, dick keep hittin' her teeth

I'm out of town, you ain't 'posed to know at all

Now he posted on a poster, you supposed to get involved (Huh)

Plus he was close to y'all, hit him in the face

I been 'bout a blender, he ain't get in there with Gates

It was me, visions seen, on the scene dealin' kis

Tellin' God when He come, could He please think of me? (Amen)

[Chorus]

Please think of me

Please think of me

Tellin' God when He come, could He please think of me?

[Verse 2]

They say them bitches down the street on retail for business

Burglarizing corner stores, on retail for liquor

He sell the triggers with seashells to hit you

Drop CL right from the detail division (Vroom)

Tellin' me to work, I'm workin' around it (Motherfuck a job)

The Glock more convenient than a courtesy counter (I'm hustlin', ****)

Emergency, Mr. Gates need surgery

I'm sicker than a motherfucker, ain't nobody heard of me (Man, get off my dick)

My friends wanna murder me, put me in a brown box

Church suit, brown tie, white hat, brown socks (I'm fresh, though)

Sound shots, more bass than a sound shop

Cousin at the buzzer right before the out-of-bounds clock

For whatever, I ain't listenin' to pricks

Get to riffin', give 'em stitches, clips kiss 'em in the lips (Ah)

Same **** gassed for the brake, yellow bitch

Late night, be fuckin' Mike on some pipes wetter shit

[Chorus]

Please think of me

Please think of me

Tellin' God when He come, could He please think of me?

[Verse 3]

Say, Gates, your Auntie Nita back in town, I ain't tryna see her

Keep from arguin', I'd rather be in motion when I'm speakin'

Somewhere not achievin', probably smokin' in the bleachers (Lotta weed)

Suspended just for leavin', bein' noticed by the teachers (Well, fuck 'em)

Steady blowin' reefer, never noticin' the deacon (Mm-mm)

But God changed my life and I'm supposed to be a preacher (Amen)

Still got gorillas that go in the clutch for me (Huh)

Still get a half a brick for ninety-six hundred (Huh)

Hit Gates on the pager, he got some shit comin'

That cigarette small-face '96 money (Hundreds)

645 CI, buy a whip money (Oh, yeah)

You talkin' 'bout Gates, you mentionin' a G (Mentionin' a G)

When you talkin' 'bout Travis, you mentionin' a king (Mentionin' a king)

If it ain't about bread, never mention it to me (Never mention it to me)

You could lose your life in swift moments of violence

So when your name mentioned, you given moments of silence (Let us pray)

[Instrumental]

(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)

Written by: Kevin Gates

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