Promethazine Dream

(Intro)

Yea, yea yea yea

x4

If she perfect, I serve it

She givin brain like a surgeon

She a basic bitch but she Persian

Take the bitch do shopping at urban

Im smokin swerving off bourbon

Uh, check the phone its urgent

Yes I'm lookin for the pack I'm searchin

Only do backwoods I'm certain

She don't wanna hit the wood like a virgin

Said it made her little throat start hurtin

This the cutthroat and we purging and we ride low bitch we lurkin

Give a fuck about a bitch and her lil person

I done smoked too many woods now I see cursive

Tryna copy close the curtain, you aint like us it aint workin

Now I'm perchin like kenshin (Uh)

Go and grab the blade up out the kitchen

Ima merk the pussy boy because he bitchin

Cutthroat dirty like we playin for the pistons

My bitch bad yea she lookin like a vixen

Ran it up can you give us competition

Not marvel but I really got the vision

Smoking out the city that's the mission

Cutthroat be the team and the money so long been doing this we done set it in stone

Since middle school we done been had the throne don't need no help we been good on our own

Louie me down put that shit on my phone cheddar on me bitch I got provolone

Leave me alone or go buy my vlone bitch I'm good by myself I don't need you at home

Good by myself hoe don't need you at home got a wood off the shelf and I smoked it alone

Big gas know we smokin on strong got a big ass so I'm stroking her long

Big cash when I answer the phone got em big mad they don't know what I'm on

Mix match Dior with the vlone she gon lick that cause I'm bad to the bone

How do it feel to know cutthroat the best we just started this shit so these n***** gon hate

Gang on the pj just Gucci the frame got exotic propane ship it in by the crate

Came from the bottom we get it I got em gave racks to my momma she iced out the face

Don't try to come back when a n**** blow up big house in the hills buzz em in at the gate

Okay, we straight

Big meal on the plate we ate

Back in the trap we was back 10 deep 12 beat down the door hide that pack just incase

Put that shit on my soul cause we thought it was fake boy you don't know the trap you could never relate

All of this money i might need me a rake man these n***** aint gimme shit I had to take

Drank up po up the potion , look in the crowd and its movin slow motion

Everything golden she on me like lotion, 100 round drum aint no need for reloadin

Cuz I was chosen heart is so frozen got yo bitch open she takin coachin

We got the juice so cutthroat be the ocean , show no emotion leaving you swollen

In Hillside I was hopeless, traumatized I was broken

But I knew I always had to stay focused

I knew one day all these n***** would noticed

(I knew one day all these n***** would notice, day all these n***** would notice) x2