Cute Bitch

Lyrics

[Intro] Dress her ass in new stuff And my lil' boo a lil' cute some' (Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex) Ridin' with the new truck Ride it like I knew— Huh? Uh, yeah [Chorus] Ridin' 'round town with my lil' boo, she a cute some' Say she like new stuff, told her ass, "Boot up" Keep a hothead shooter, he'll shoot some' It's suicide you fuck with us, nigga, lace your boots up You know what we came here for, hands up (Give it up) We can still get them bales to you like a mail truck (Yuh) If you think it's only rap, you can get fanned up (Dah) I been shootin' shit before rap, don't get fanned up (Uh, yeah) [Verse 1] Last song I wrote, didn't even like it (Fuck it) Told that bitch I want all throat or she can hike it (Suck it) Hit the block with all jabs like I'm Mike Tyson (Huh) Glock hold thirty, you can hold half, don't do the fightin' Bad bitch, she a trip, though Call me when the rent's due Or when she want Chanel shoes Trap, no Lou Jitsu Whip it, flip it, whip it, bag it Sack it, whip it, whip it, flip it Ridin' 'round town with the cutta tryna mow a nigga You ain't talkin' money to a nigga, you a foreign nigga I'ma die a hood legend, I'm a dope dealer On my way to pick your lil' boo up Say she love new stuff Told that bitch to boot up, uh, yeah [Chorus] Ridin' 'round town with my lil' boo, she a cute some' Say she like new stuff, told her ass, "Boot up" Keep a hothead shooter, he'll shoot some' It's suicide you fuck with us, nigga, lace your boots up You know what we came here for, hands up (Give it up) We can still get them bales to you like a mail truck (Yuh) If you think it's only rap, you can get fanned up (Dah) I been shootin' shit before rap, don't get fanned up (Uh, yeah) [Verse 2] I just copped twenty pounds I ain't get no front for (Bitch) [?] Chanel gear and I spent them honchos (Huh) I just left Saks, sellin' mids off the sack (Uh, yeah) Molly got me locked jaw Baby, suck it, lockjaw Hell nah, this ain't no Hip-Hop, all I spit is Ziploc My bricks on that drrt-doo Glock, I keep it like I'm cuffin' her Grew up with them killers, them real niggas, and they ridin' with me All I did was flood the ho three-six and then fucked over three-sixty My lil' boo, she a cute some', dress her ass in new stuff Ride it like a Uber, ride it like a new truck Baby, I can put you on water like a scuba Pay to get her boobs done, make her ass boot up (Uh, yeah) [Chorus] Ridin' 'round town with my lil' boo, she a cute some' Say she like new stuff, told her ass, "Boot up" Keep a hothead shooter, he'll shoot some' It's suicide you fuck with us, nigga, lace your boots up You know what we came here for, hands up (Give it up) We can still get them bales to you like a mail truck (Yuh) If you think it's only rap, you can get fanned up (Dah) I been shootin' shit before rap, don't get fanned up (Uh, yeah) [Outro] (Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex, Flex)