Cuttin

Play with my bands, I play with your life

Everything cuttin' on me from the neck to pants, Maison Margiela when I'm steppin' outside

Yeah, I'm the one that got it turned up, but it ain't no love when it comin' from you guys

Came from Conley, I didn't have to cut no dope, but outside, I'll show you how to sell it

Ain't from Ave, but went over there, then got slimy than a motherfuckin' villain

Hop in the car then I crank it right up then I slap it in gas and this motherfucker spinnin'

I know these burnt out bitches absolutely love me, they be dippin', dappin' in my businеss

I hit this bitch with a million, cool

She fuckin' with me, I left hеr knees numb

Step on the back, CeeLo

Then spend your money on Chrome Heart

Thought this **** was slimy

Damn, these snitches broke my heart

Yeah I'm designer glasses wearin', I just gotta tote the pole

I gotta remind you everyday, tryna act all hard, we spin it today

I ain't sparin' no ****, get shot in the face

I'm drinkin' Bel Air right now, ain't no spade

And I came in with chains, too

Yeah, she came with an attitude

So I already know it's a stinky mood

And you already know that I'm gettin' approved

I ain't lyin' around, I got shit to do

Jackin', wipin' you down like Boosie Boo

I'm the one, I won't be a fuckin' tool

And I'm workin', better check the mood

I don't care, in the fuckin' street, just know you will get got

Play with my bands, I play with your life

Everything cuttin' on me from the neck to pants, Maison Margiela when I'm steppin' outside

Yeah, I'm the one that got it turned up, but it ain't no love when it comin' from you guys

Came from Conley, I didn't have to cut no dope, but outside, I'll show you how to sell it

Ain't from Ave, but went over there, then got slimy than a motherfuckin' villain

Hop in the car then I crank it right up then I slap it in gas and this motherfucker spinnin'

I know these burnt out bitches absolutely love me, they be dippin', dappin' in my business

Act like a cry baby 'cause I spoil her, she so lit right now

You tryna stash her up, or boss her up? Gon' 'head penthouse

If I didn't make it in this rap shit, still would, havin' too many hustles

They don't wanna see the YSL fat, so we havin' too many muscles

Pullin' your car when a **** bluffin'

Yeah we just sleep in Hermès covers

How the fuck you call yourself a shooter?

Boy, you tiptoein', you ain't really steppin'

Boy, I been doin' what the fuck I want

Y'all **** just not gettin'

It feel like in a Goyard

I ain't lost love for my motherfuckin' hood

But I lost love for my motherfuckin' ho

Ain't surprised by that fuckboy's actions

'Cause I already knew how this shit was gon' go

This shit off the head, this shit ain't wrote

Low

Louis the sweater, then Louis the shoes

I could have fucked that ho so long, but I invited her group

Play with my bands, I play with your life

Everything cuttin' on me from the neck to pants, Maison Margiela when I'm steppin' outside

Yeah, I'm the one that got it turned up, but it ain't no love when it comin' from you guys

Came from Conley, I didn't have to cut no dope, but outside, I'll show you how to sell it

Ain't from Ave, but went over there, then got slimy than a motherfuckin' villain

Hop in the car then I crank it right up then I slap it in gas and this motherfucker spinnin'

I know these burnt out bitches absolutely love me, they be dippin', dappin' in my business