Cut It (feat. Young Dolph)

Yeah

Yeah

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it (Skrrt)

Them bricks is way too high, you need to cut it (Need to cut it)

Yo price is way too high, you need to cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Them bricks is way too high, you need to cut it

Yo price is way too high, you need to cut it

Runnin' through bands on the regular (Cash)

Hittin' my plug on the cellular (Brrr)

Tell my ex bitch that I'm sorry (My bad)

I'ma skate off in a 'Rari (Skrrt)

Keep thirty-six by my side (My side)

I'ma go bang me a pie

Keep forty-five by my side

Fuck with my ****, you die

All of my **** say blood

All of my **** say cuz

OT I found me a plug

I got it straight out the mud

Keep it a hunnid no budge (No budge)

I fell in love with the drugs

Bustin' it down in the tub (Coke)

Pay me my money in dubs

Water whippin' lookin' like I'm fishin'

Baseball in kitchen, with my arm I'm pitchin'

Rollie on, is glistenin'

And my darling kissin'

**** steady trippin'

So I'm steady grippin'

Dirty money on me

Got a scale up on me

I don't fuck with phony

'Bout to sell a pony

All the **** owe me

All the bitches on me

Say my price is good

Motherfucker, show me

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it (Skrrt)

Them bricks is way too high, you need to cut it (You need to cut it)

Yo price is way too high, you need to cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Them bricks is way too high, you need to cut it

Yo prices way too high, you need to cut it (Uh-huh)

Went and bought a 9-11

With my trap money

A million up but still ain't never touched my rap money (Nah)

I'm out in LA fuckin' with that boy O.T.

Flew to LA got a plug on that OG

You know I been gettin' money

If you know me

When I first met my plug I told him I piss a hunnid Gs (What)

I ain't comin' to get it unless you got a hundred Ps

I don't want it, fuck it

Yo purse, you need to cut it

Yo ice, you need to tuck it

She fuck with me, she lucky

A half a million, all twenties in that Gucci luggage

Let's skip the small talk

It's time to talk numbers

Young **** playin' with commas

Might go get a Lamb' for the summer

I been outchear in these streets

All my life hustlin'

My **** beefin' then I'm beefin', wrong or right I'm bussin'

My trap house, I love it

Puts some Forgis on my old school and I had to gut it

But should I put a roof in it?

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Them bricks is way too high, you need to cut it (Need to cut it)

Yo price is way too high, you need to cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it (Skrrt)

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Them bricks is way too high, you need to cut it

Your price is way too high, you need to cut it