THAT'S CUTE ft. Jake Santana Lyrics

She said when's the day I quit

When I feel like I own slaves, got a lot of chains and whips

That boy Rias stay locked in, don't nobody play with him

They know he out of the Bronx, but he still gon' come through trim

(What, what? Yeah, he still gon' come through trim)

Why y'all blow these niggas up?

Why y'all keep on making trends?

They ain't here to make no friends

Y'all keep saying they can't miss

These boys got on aim assist

They ain't really making hits

He walk around with a gun like we both know he ain't finna shoot

That shit cute

Miserable schizos and junkies, they walk around mad at the truth

That shit cute

Y-You give that lil' hoe the WRLD but she left cause you ain't got the Juice

That shit cute

I'm trying to run up more plaques than a tooth

Blow the fuck up then it's back to the booth

I got that shit that'll fuck up the club

I got that shit for the bad bitches too

I got that shit for when you getting money and I got that shit for the sad niggas too

That shit put you in your feelings, true

I'm making money off reels, that's true

She said that she wasn't feeling you

We like to call that a skill issue

We like to call that a day on the job

Fuck everybody who doubted me, y'all must be out of y'all mind

Keep on surrounding me, somebody finding that boy in a alley with half of his mind

Lil' shawty proud of me, saying the whole club shouting for me, sound like hell of a time

I know I'm bound to be somebody y'all can look up to, that's just right there down the line

And, nigga, that's cute, you thinking that yo bitch yo bitch, nigga, she for everybody

And that nigga tweaking on me like I ain't never blow shit, nigga, I'll fuck up your body

And I'll do the same to y'all partnas, my nigga, just keep it gangster

I can tell that them niggas just acting dangerous

Swear these niggas can't keep up

I'm saying, ain't nobody catching us

All my niggas as fly as the battle bus

Know we hop out big black truck

Don't no one want war with us

G-19 in my back pack but I'm probably walking around with a semi tucked

We ain't never gave a fuck

Nigga, nobody as real as us

Ask a soul if they layin' in bed with us

Niggas tweaking, saying that they killing us

Promise we gon' get shit done

Promise we gon' get shit touched

Our problem is we don't give no fuck

Yeah, we way too fucking up

Why would we dare fuck it up?

Cuz most of these niggas 'bout dumb ass bitch

She said when's the day I quit

When I feel like I own slaves, got a lot of chains and whips

That boy Rias stay locked in, don't nobody play with him

They know he out of the Bronx, but he still gon' come through trim

(What, what? Yeah, he still gon' come through trim)

Why y'all blow these niggas up?

Why y'all keep on making trends?

They ain't here to make no friends

Y'all keep saying they can't miss

These boys got on aim assist

They ain't really making hits

No

They ain't really making, they ain't really making

Hits

They ain't really making, they ain't really making

Hits