Kutta

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh, huh, yeah, huh Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh [Chorus] Huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh Brand new cutter, huh, CLS, I fucked it up, yeah Fuck your brother, I got racks, I do it all, yeah YSL shirt, this bitch don't fit I'm in Neiman, throwin' fits For this coupe, I dropped a brick Geek, I'm turnt off the shit Slime like, "Who you want me to hit?" Tell Celine to drop they sets Helmut Lang jeans, no pockets, bitch Check, check, check, check, all I do is drop that shit [Verse 1] Sex, sex, sex, sex, what's up in your pockets? Yeah Brrr, what do you want? I need lean, I need Wock' Lot of horses in this car I'm on that X, geeked up on Mars Geeked up, yeah, that Par Pipe up, yeah, I'm— Piped up, yeah, I'm— Pipe up, yeah, I'm— [Chorus] Huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh Brand new cutter, huh, CLS, I fucked it up, yeah Fuck your brother, I got racks, I do it all, yeah YSL shirt, this bitch don't fit I'm in Neiman, throwin' fits For this coupe, I dropped a brick Geek, I'm turnt off the shit Slime like, "Who you want me to hit?" Tell Celine to drop they sets Helmut Lang jeans, no pockets, bitch Check, check, check, check, all I do is drop that shit [Verse 2] Yeah, yeah, check please Yeah, yeah, where the lean? I'm in LA, droppin' fees I'm in New York, shoppin' spree Huh, I'm in a GLE Hit two hundred like, ''One, two, three'' Nigga, what you wanna do? I want everything, B I'm on your block, what's up? My slime got a lil' chop tucked I'm rolling, geeked up At Saks, uh-huh I, "Vroom," from the plug Now I'm in that bando, yeah [Chorus] Huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh Brand new cutter, huh, CLS, I fucked it up, yeah Fuck your brother, I got racks, I do it all, yeah YSL shirt, this bitch don't fit I'm in Neiman, throwin' fits For this coupe, I dropped a brick Geek, I'm turnt off the shit Slime like, "Who you want me to hit?" Tell Celine to drop they sets Helmut Lang jeans, no pockets, bitch Check, check, check, check, all I do is drop that shit [Outro] Sex, sex, sex, sex, what's up in your pockets? Brrr