Cutter ft. trapstarinfinityMAX Lyrics

Slide down on the block

Slime down to the socks

8 points on the Za

Top shelf in a raw

Geeked up on a rock

I just wanna rock

Blue xan in my snot

Two hands in the pot

Shit this nigga crazy

I get that a lot

Guap

I get that a lot

Ice in first don't fxck up the wok

Bitch I'm on wall street visit my shop

New money I got it on lock

Somewhere high and I'm probably lost

Curt Cobain in my club I'm locked

I won't but a broke nigga would

Thick ho lemme go, what's good?

OG lemme roll this wood

'03 number one in my hood

Good weed bitch I wrote the book.

Eat up cause I'm here to cook.

Price drop cause the bag got shook.

Move on what I took is took.

I get high then go off of the map

Move each year I'm a portable trap

Plugged my sis and I robbed my dad

Life's fxcked up and I'm mad

3 years high this more than a habit

Pop two percs and I'm off this planet

Pour two pints inside my casket

This hoes fat and I just can't stand it

I said fxck it

Big bag clutch it

I'm getting rich then I'm kicking the bucket

New crop dropped and the block gon love it

Traffic stop and we all on something

Bang my line when you wanna buy something

Watch my back

Trust no one and nothing

Ain't no double I do my stunting

Hop in the pit

Buss it

They tried to take me off the map

I ain't fuckn wit that no no

Come on nigga get back

You don't even got straps no no

They don't even hold back

I don't need that ho back

Don't need to load straps

I got other niggas for that

I got like 2 women they bad for me

Not masterpiece

No master please

You cannot save me

You judge on me

Don't love on me

No shoving me

You cannot see me

You cannot see I

Even ride or die

A nigga gon lie till 2005

The buildings gon rise

Can't see niggas die

1947 I cannot smile

I cannot up it shit it been a while

I cannot throw shade I cannot smile

She got the throat aye hip is a throttle

Uh aye

Hit inna the throttle

Ugh

I'm like Woah!!haoW

Baby like Chief Sosa

She give big throat oh

Just make a nigga loko

I got big totes oh

Baby keem my tote uh

I'm slump like Sosa

Woah!!haoW Woah!

Slide down on the block

Slime down to the socks

8 points on the Za

Top shelf in a raw

Geeked up on a rock

I just wanna rock

Blue xan in my snot

Two hands in the pot

Shit this nigga crazy

I get that a lot

Guap

I get that a lot

Ice in first don't fxck up the wok

Bitch I'm on wall street visit my shop

New money I got it on lock

Somewhere high and I'm probably lost

Curt Cobain in my club I'm locked

I won't but a broke nigga would