Get Cut

Lyrics

[Intro] Cardo got wings [Verse 1: Joe Blow] I was a young nigga on my first bid Was still a younging when I went and copped my first Benz Thanking God I calmed down since my first kid I threw a 4 up in my 20, popped a perk 10 Rolling up some [?] chief While my lil girl 14, a younger version of me I got some buddies getting money, bring me 30 a week Fuck a bitch, if she loyal, then she perfect for me Rest in peace to Johnny Cash, [?] Mac Dre rapping rhymes, pretty black and [?] Me and Black up in the trap, pitching packs for cheap [?] book a flight [?] You ask me, I'ma tell you all these rappers is geeks But if the rapping wasn't working, I'd be back in the streets I'm in Versace everything, from the head to the sneaks Talk is cheap, see you talking when we actually meet Nigga [Chorus: Peezy] Cook blunt, codeine in my cup Fuck a nut, I just got a hundred K out a slut They don't show up to the huddle, then them niggas get cut Fake niggas play it cool since a nigga been up [?] too big, can't fit in the [?] Niggas [?] them big houses, gotta live in the cut Snitches in a nigga circles, you don't see them with us Talk tough on the net, but [?] [Verse 2: Philthy Rich] It's Philthy, nigga When them suckas see me out, they ain't acting that tough Real gangstas on the net, but when they see me it's love Na, you ain't gotta speak, I already seen who you was No fake handshakes, no daps, no hugs A lot of marbel floors, a lot of persion rugs I just got a hundred thousand out a persion slut Lil mama, yeah, you get [?] perses up Ten thousand on these bags that we perchissing Eve St. Laurent, call it butter pecan Na, you ain't got this, bitch, it's one of a kind Yeah, they knew us by name, we don't stand in no line I'm a heavy syrup sipper, pour an 8 out a 9 A1 on my [?] extra butter the prime Screaming free [?], that's my lil brother, he fine 300 for a phone, yeah, we talk all the time That's what [?] think that I'm lieing It's Philthy [Chorus: Peezy] Cook blunt, codeine in my cup Fuck a nut, I just got a hundred K out a slut They don't show up to the huddle, then them niggas get cut Fake niggas play it cool since a nigga been up [?] too big, can't fit in the [?] Niggas [?] them big houses, gotta live in the cut Snitches in a nigga circles, you don't see them with us Talk tough on the net, but [?] [Verse 3: Peezy] That bitch on autopilot, I ain't seen her in months Ain't enough she could pay me, that could get me to fuck A hundred up, finna [?] live in the cuts FN on my lap, got a stick [?] Cookie crumbs in the blunt, high tech in the cup Had a two tone block, but I gave it a [?] Niggas talking 'bout a body, they be making it up We ain't doing no karati, got a K in the trunk Every day niggas [?] what they want [?] gang bust down, baby face in the front Gang member before rap, so I say what I want Money up, damn near can stay wherever I want Fuck a fair faid, niggas try to fight and get jumped Bet a homie ain't got it [?] somebody get slumped Shooting at the same nigga, Blow, who body that was? 17 up in the Glock, when I was done, it was none, nigga [Chorus: Peezy] Cook blunt, codeine in my cup Fuck a nut, I just got a hundred K out a slut They don't show up to the huddle, then them niggas get cut Fake niggas play it cool since a nigga been up [?] too big, can't fit in the [?] Niggas [?] them big houses, gotta live in the cut Snitches in a nigga circles, you don't see them with us Talk tough on the net, but [?] [Verse 4: Celly Ru] Cook blunt, codeine in my cup Spent some shit for this custum made piece with the [?] Spent a bag on my niggas, ain't got shit for a slut Got the Rollie on 9, but it just was the cuts I ain't talking on the phone, you wanna see me, pull up Touch a hair on my face, I guarantee you get touched I got money on my mind, I got mud in my cup [?] ride through the 6, with AK's in the trunk Real nigga til I die, you niggas know how I'm cut 45 chains on, that I ain't never gon' tuck No, your bitch ain't no good, she gon' fuck for a buck [?] niggas third person, I don't know who to trust Nigga [Chorus: Peezy] Cook blunt, codeine in my cup Fuck a nut, I just got a hundred K out a slut They don't show up to the huddle, then them niggas get cut Fake niggas play it cool since a nigga been up [?] too big, can't fit in the [?] Niggas [?] them big houses, gotta live in the cut Snitches in a nigga circles, you don't see them with us Talk tough on the net, but [?]