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cutlery
album cover
cutlery was released on July 18, 2025 by Izaya Tiji as a part of the album O2A
AlbumO2A
ReleasedJuly 18, 2025
LabelIzaya Tiji
LanguageEnglish
BPM76
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

(Ayy, what these **** on social?)
Yes, I got these racks, but why would I put you on? Ayy
'Cause they way you came in with that salad, looks like crouton, ayy
They keep fixing your new balance and them jewels on, ayy
That Mackie Jam right on that boy like he at Gudon
I lit up this blunt then turned my Zulu on, ayy
Take a couple whips in the air like who wrote "Boof Up"?
I hate all these **** worse than Klu Klux
Tryna dodge all her racks, but I'm a little too up
(Bass) Bass said I ain't the best, but she still blew it up
Got me up high with a tit, if you tryna diss on me, I'ma piss
I'm getting cheered up, ready to blitz
We in the 2, dawg, no new tricks
Group home, I just got my wrist
I just touched it on her clique
No clothes, man, this lil' bitch drip
She got a **** butt, I want chips
Put me in the box, bet I'm gon' sneeze
Put me in the box, I need my lawyer
You tell the cops to hold them stores
Trip **** up, let me do my chores
Still in the black switch, look like porn
I don't wanna talk shit, this bitch, she boring
I was talking a lot, but damn, I'm so bored
Them bands don't care 'bout my jokes
They suck the fools, eating sushi, who the fork?
I don't want your hoes, I don't want to see you twerk
Love your ho, I don't want to see you work
I got my Glock, Pogue, it don't make a bitch squirt
In a new cross-o, when they send me weed, Lord, I am not home
Then I'm putting in work
I just got real love, so you shouldn't desert
I got real dubs, how I flew off his earth
These fiends don't lie, I come to this turf
I been with these thots, got someone to purse
Twenty sons, let my girl eat gay bird
Broke ****, how much money you gave her?
Stretch marks on that ho like a saber
I can't afford this lil' bitch, I just got to flay you
You just like my blood, I gotta bake you
Bitch, stop hitting my phone, bitch, I hate you
I'm too hot for this, I'm Lil' K, dude
Oh, that's nasty as shit, must take what's trash, it's something I can't do
If I catch you with your bitch, I'm finna set you
Put your dumb ass all on a T, I'm finna flash you
Hold on, 308's gon' rip your shit like where the rest of you?
Pop a **** right in his mind, I take the best of you
I take the best of you, ayy
You try to fuck with me, I put a cap right in your face
Couple ****, they duckin' me
****, truth, boy, I'm just on the game
'Cause you couldn't find no pussy in me
Name one of these pussy boys, they touchin' me
Guess they wait, just got to let look in me
Get my way, I got to go buck on me
You know he had that tug on me
And part of you know that's color-reed
Part of you know that's color-reed
And function, you know that's color-reed
And part of you know that's color-reed
6K, y'all ****, duckin' heat
Color-reed
Yung Nicks came out shootin' like buzzer feet
Written by: Matthew Isaiah Carson
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