Cut Em Off

Lyrics

[Intro] (Rush Murda) Nigga We gon' see what's up We gon' see what's up I hear all you niggas talking out there, man We eatin' right now, but we gon' see what's up with you niggas in a minute Yeah [Verse 1] Keep hearin' niggas speakin' on my pockets that don't eat with us Heard some pussy niggas talkin' down, we gon' see what's up Right now a nigga livin', was trappin', now I'm travellin' Was Miami, now it's Cali', park the foreign right at the mansion I get back to the D, I'm back movin' like a ghost Got somethin' heavy in my stash but I'm movin' like I'm broke Send an extra to my mans who might never make parole 'Cause he loyal to the gang and he stood by what he know Used to stand on the corner waiting for my next sale to come Now I'm in the 'burbs chilling, waitin' for the mill' to run My nigga out in Cali' that I paid to wrap it for me My ho send an address while I start the tracking number Still got my rapper money, I get paid to talk cash shit Dawg send the deposit, I'ma come collect the backend Don't care 'bout what you niggas did back then We ballin' right this second, give a fuck about the past tense, nigga [Chorus] If your homies ain't right, you need to cut 'em off If them bitches actin' trife, you need to cut 'em off If your boyfriend broke, baby, cut him off Catch them niggas out in traffic, we gon' cut 'em off When them pussy niggas talking, cut 'em off See some broke niggas walkin', go and cut 'em off If your nigga hold you back, you need to cut him off If them bitches hold you back, you need to cut 'em off [Verse 2] Ten fine biches at my crib, that's a ho challenge Why you niggas naked outside doin' the snow challenge? Drinking half a pint in one day for my dope habit You just a broke nigga with a gun, you ain't no savage Everyday, I'm hearin' people sayin' they want the old me They like a nigga better when I was fucked up with no cheese When I ain't have a crib, I was sleeping with the dope fiends When I was copping half tracks, when I ain't even smoke weed Still be on the same street, still be with my same niggas And it's still fuck the other side that ain't change with me Got some niggas I ain't never met that wanna hang with me Actin' like a groupie, well, that's how you getting played, nigga Rest in peace to Wifi, R.I.P. to Blade, nigga Now these new niggas rapping 'bout the shit they ain't living Stay away from these sucker niggas that got hate in 'em Life like a fake nigga, die like a fake nigga, pussy [Chorus] If your homies ain't right, you need to cut 'em off If them bitches actin' trife, you need to cut 'em off If your boyfriend broke, baby, cut him off Catch them niggas out in traffic, we gon' cut 'em off When them pussy niggas talking, cut 'em off See some broke niggas walkin', go and cut 'em off If your nigga hold you back, you need to cut him off If them bitches hold you back, you need to cut 'em off [Outro] (Rush Murda)