cutie

Lyrics

[Intro] (Glo on the beat) [Chorus] Yeah, got a bad lil bitch, she a cutie (Cutie) And I'm still sippin' lean, love the juice (Love the juice) Got an automatic stick and a uzi (Uzi) Yeah, my niggas brazy, and they can't wait to shoot (Shoot) Yeah, we had to slime him, made a nigga so clueless Blunt's fox 5, he might put him on the news Yeah, I'm gettin' so high, think I touched the moon Shit gettin' so hot, it's lookin like the flume (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Can't tell a lie, I spoke it, then it's true Always outside, yeah, I'm on the move Just apart of the game, I don't make the rules Play with the gang, nigga you a fool We gon' take yo' whole plate, nigga fuck your food Pit stop like a race, all we got is tools [Verse 1] See that shit was a dream, then it came true Bitch I'm tryna stack green, through the fuckin' roof I can't give you a ring, bitch, you not my boo I kept seein' strange things, time to move Gave that lil bitch a perc now she gettin' loose And I know it hurt, when I flex on you Kick that bitch to the curb, then I pour a deuce And these lil' niggas nerds, give them boys a boot [Hook] Tell that lil boy throw his racks up (Racks) And I might play that lil' biddy bih like Alexa Yes I'm Lil Lonely, baby, youngest flexer I fuck that bih, leave my cash on the dresser Smokin' exotic gas, it make my chest hurt Do I need more racks, nigga, uh, yes sir (Yeah, yeah) That bitch was ugly, so I had to next her Said I wouldn't make it, damn, I know dat that hurt [Chorus] Yeah, got a bad lil bitch, she a cutie (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And I'm still sippin' lean, love the juice (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Got an automatic stick and a uzi (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, my niggas brazy, and they can't wait to shoot (Shoot) Yeah, we had to slime him, made a nigga so clueless Blunt's fox 5, he might put him on the news (Pew) Yeah, I'm gettin' so high, think I touched the moon Shit gettin' so hot, it's lookin like the flume (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Can't tell a lie, I spoke it, then it's true Always outside, yeah, I'm on the move Just apart of the game, I don't make the rules Play with the gang, nigga you a fool We gon' take yo whole plate, nigga fuck your food Pit stop like a race, all we got is tools Pit stop like a race, all we got is tools (Yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah) [Chorus] Yeah, I got a bad lil bitch, she a cutie And I'm still sippin' lean, love the juice (Juice) Got an automatic stick and a uzi Yeah, my niggas brazy, and they can't wait to shoot Yeah, we had to slime him, made a nigga so clueless Blunt's fox 5, he might put him on the news Yeah, I'm gettin' so high, think I touched the moon Shit gettin' so hot, it's lookin like the flume Can't tell a lie, I spoke it, then it's true Always outside, yeah, I'm on the move (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Just apart of the game, I don't make the rules (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Play with the gang, nigga you a fool We gon' take yo whole plate, nigga fuck your food Pit stop like a race, all we got is tools (All we got is tools) Pit stop like a race, all we got is tools (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay