Cutlery

Lyrics

[Intro] Sebz Beats, baby [Verse 1] It's poppin' where I lock it Gotta watch where they're boppin' (Watch that) Got the .30 spinnin' out And the dot dot's coughin' (Baow) I ain't got sticky fingers, if I want it, I'ma rob him (Rob him) I'm twenty bags up in West and I ain't even shoppin' (Fuck) With my time, manage Walk out, the lines' bangin' 'Fore I saw five figures, I was tryna buy a hammers (Loud one) Only just five minutes Then he woulda died snappin' And they can't afford the drip, so niggas on a lie fashion (Fuckers) What the fuck am I plannin'? Never used to like rappin' Other slide of a slide, I fill it with bine rappin' (Baow) Try turn your guy cabbage Broad day leakin' I don't weigh the losses, I just wanna break even All I know is flip a bag I can't even hit the sack Rocks into rose gold All the risks I did for that (Baow) Caramel, silly bag Now she wanna fling it back Two hands on a turner, it woulda turned Timmy mad Tried it in a mini cab I don't wanna hug a strip (I don't) Tried get me banned to rats, no light, flushin' quids (Bap) I don't even trust her dad How am I gonna trust a bitch? (How?) In real life, nuttin's quick I'm tryna make money flip My two tiles really slap No arm or your dead And if the drought's really bad I'll pay a arm and a leg (And more) Pussy niggas switched sides Never been a friend again Told S, ''We need a farmily'' Put a farm in a ted [Chorus] And I had to hustle phones Money comes, money goes Runnin' to the bag now My nitty got a runny nose (Runny nose) No joke, bunnin' clothes Backs and the brucky nose Hoes really givethe drop I ain't fuckin' funny hoes (Dumb hoes) Fake niggas spuddin' me That's not my cup of tea 'Member I lost a line Rip couple, luckily (Fuck, fuck) Two weeks back again, last week, fuckery I come like a dinner lady, I'm carryin' cutlery (Knife and forks) [Verse 2] Love his cheek Swear it's really stuck on me If I never had a bag Would she really fuck with me? (Would she really?) Like the dinner lady, I'm just rollin' with this cutlery (Now) They were never bussin' me I got it off my own back I really had to phone akhs Before I had my own strap (Braow) Turn it into raps, so I can tell it by the throw-backs Told my cuzzy, ''Don't talk'', akhi never phone back 'Cah I just heard a weird sound, I think that this phone tapped'' Gutted from my bros bird Lizzy and I sold dirt TT, phenomenal And it got him so burst I fear God and nuttin' el' Touch me and a pole burst Started with a groundworks Now I got my own bills And losin' your phone feels Worse than when your bro steals Three for a score five All I know is the old deals (Old deals) I can't even link S I can't even phone Drillz You know I got my bro still Mulli and them most real (Free Mulli) [Chorus] And I had to hustle phones Money comes, money goes Runnin' to the bag now My nitty got a runny nose (Runny nose) No joke, bunnin' clothes Backs and the brucky nose Hoes really give the drop I ain't fuckin' funny hoes (Dumb hoes) Fake niggas spuddin' me That's not my cup of tea 'Member I lost a line Rip couple, luckily (Fuck, fuck) Two weeks back again, last week, fuckery I come like a dinner lady, I'm carryin' cutlery (Knife and forks)