The Cut

Lyrics

[Verse 1 - boyponder] Bitches wanna rap, this ain't iambic pentameter I put that shit on mute Make me wanna run out my stamina I heard your boys in the pack, so lemme tell you what's happening It's weirdos in the cut They hate me, I'm cynical Think I dance cause I strut Only flirt with acquaintances Clique is lame, don't hear shit from those mutual spaces And I mean what I mean I can tell when you're talented, but a prick's still a prick Don't mean shit when your rattling, man Tell me that I stank, man, the party got the loud pack This ain't Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, this a bag of bees Homie alt as fuck talking shit in some dungarees Dermatology, you needing somе, it ain't CeraVe Dirty motherfuckеr 'round some other motherfuckers Care less about the cover or your ugly ass posters Man, fuck your photocopier posters Hip-Hop is DIY, this shit's bigger than house shows (On me, y'all are bugging me) [Refrain] It isn't easier to talk right now So I'll just let shit slide, and fuck with y'all [Verse 2 - cal maeleo] You're looking up at the next Whenever I want it, I'll be at their necks Whenever I come in, I get the respect I've been hearing they want a cal maeleo set I don't think they're ready for me to come steal the show Never needed validation, I'm that bitch, I know Some of you too nervous seeing my ducks in a row I just might knock the crown up off a man to sit upon the throne Give me the light and the mic and the hype Cause they love when I do what I do Fuck your opinion, I don't wanna fit in Cause right now I do much better than you You can call me stingy about posting on the gram Find me idle on the socials I don't wanna build my brand Cause I've seen the way they hate and prey on women, I'm like "damn" You really love to run your mouth about 'em You must be a fan, baby You must be a flop None of what you do is hot Not impressed by your shit You say nothing when you talk Man, I only fuck with who I know I'm meeting at the top Go on and show them now, boyp Cause they've been missing what we got [Verse 3 - boyponder] Aye, missing what we got, fucking losing every plot I got things I gotta do so I ain't sticking shooting shots While that person making headlines, I don't stick to playing box My worst opp's a lame, y'all can't say the same You rearrange the stage and what you get is hate No matter what I say, my monologue elates Your words were too thin, that's why you had to break I can't catch one, lot of yall keep making mistakes Aye, fuck you mean you trying hard to be the better man? The virtue signal is trash, you couldn't call a friend It's brown skinned communities backing y'all events Don't tell me rap music is how y'all make amends [Outro] It isn't easier to talk right now So I'll just let shit slide, and fuck with y'all It isn't easier to talk right now So I'll just let shit slide, and fuck with y'all Bitches wanna rap Weirdos in the cut Bitches wanna rap Weirdos in the cut