Cut Throat Lyrics

Damn fake, you cookin' up

Call me murder man, Peezy, I'm hangin' out the window

I can see the opps comin' round the corner, better check the pip hole

This a Smith & Wrench I'll bless your ass, cut through like I'm Nino

Two gun, handguns, I stick this shit up like I'm El Pacino

Pockets fat as hell, look like I hit the bank or something nigga

Run that money high as hell, I ain't never gone ask for nothin', nigga

It's just me and her close friends, I don't even want the hoe

Drugs in my body, got a nigga moving slow, nigga

Guacamole, you can see that money comin' in

I done cut a lot of nigga, cut a lot of bitches' shit

Nigga say he gone shoot the spotter like I ain't outside with my stick

Ain't you suicidal, nigga might as well go and slit your wrist

Opps gone click up like they bric, do a hundred and a 60

Only thing she good for is suckin' dick, hoe, we can't kiss

Two freak hoes Tryin' to throw that pussy on a nigga

Already had a game in the headlock, you can say I'm out here chokin', niggas

Small town with some goons that try to knock you out your shoes

You can't win every time, these niggas had taught me how to lose

Man this fye gon' hit him between his eyes like I had a scope on him

This 556 gon' open his stomach, boy, you better run from it

Call me murder man, Peezy, I'm hangin' out the window

I can see the opps comin' round the corner, better check the pip hole

This a Smith & Wrench I'll bless your ass, cut through like I'm Nino

Two gun, handguns, I stick this shit up like I'm El Pacino

Pockets fat as hell, look like I hit the bank or something nigga

Run that money high as hell, I ain't never gone ask for nothin', nigga

It's just me and her close friends, I don't even want the hoe

Drugs in my body, got a nigga moving slow