In the cut Lyrics

Yeah, f-f-f-four O five shit, Real Zayvan shit you don't even know

Yeah, Posted in the cut like peroxide

Eyes low but I'm locked in, money hella long

I ain't talkin' bout no stock trends

Niggas moving funny, I don't keep a lot of friends

Same niggas that be snaking be the same ones that be watchin'

Okay, Phones on dnd, only cash would let the ring in

Niggas want the smoke, then it's up, ain't no breathing

Middle finger fucked up to tell you how I feel things

Damn she on a dot, but it was head I kept receiving

I'm in designer like I came up with a barcode

Pockets fat as hell, I should charge you for a carload

Keep it 100, nah, I don't do no part shows

Cut em' off so quick, leave em' salty like some charcoal

Yeah, I'm posted where it's ugly, ain't no sunshine

Still gon' make a flip, turn a dime into lunchtime

Bitch, I'm on the grind, I don't sleep, I don't unwind

Tell em' keep the feelings, I don't need them bitch I'm just fine

Yeah, I'm posted like a street sign, still on that go-mode

Shorty wanna vibe, but I'm thinkin' bout that dough

I don't never trust nobody, keep the blicky where my coat go

We catch an opp, we make em drop, we flash the beam just like a photo

Cops be slidin' through, so we switchin' to a rental

Playin' with my bread, you get popped just like a Woo

Game so fuckin' tight, they can't touch my credentials

I ain't want yall niggas bitches, all y'all bitches was essentials

Gas so loud, had to crack the damn window

Bitch talk crazy, get deleted like the venmo

I don't got no time for no stress or the tempo

Heart get cold, I been movin' off the impulse

Posted where it's ugly, ain't no sunshine

Still gon' make a flip, turn a dime into lunchtime

Bitch, I'm on the grind, I don't sleep, I don't unwind

Tell em' keep the feelings, I don't need them bitch, I'm just fine

Posted where it's ugly, ain't no sunshine

Still gon' make a flip, turn a dime into lunchtime

Bitch, I'm on the grind, I don't sleep, I don't unwind

Tell em' keep the feelings, I don't need them bitch, I'm just fine

Keep your feelings to yourself, baby

I'm not the one that you should tell, baby

Don't mean to put you on the shelf, baby

But lately you've been crazy

I've been thinkin' how you shape me and gate me

Damn, I keep on runnin', but I don't think I'm escaping

Pencil to the paper, bitch, I'm poppin', bitch, I'm pacing

Pilot runnin', mileage, bitch, I push it and I'm racing

Double diamond sides, it don't matter where it's facing

My heart is racin', it's risin' up

Damn, I didn't get to fine until I got my double cup

Damn, this shorty really did whatever, she would've even swallow nut

I put my dicky, ricky, sticky, blicky, ricky in her fuckin' guts

And now she's screamin', somebody help her

Somebody help her

Yo, Yo

Yo, Help, Yo

Shut the fuck up, ayy

If you ain't pussy, nigga, buck up, ayy

If you's broke, then get your buck up, ayy

You ain't a pimp, then you a sucker

Lettin' bitches play you, will destroy you, on my mother

You can beat her pussy in, you can treat her like no other

She be goin' around her friends, niggas sayin' that y'all lovers

You can give her what she wanted, but she still gon' make you suffer

And I ain't gon' lie, she's got your brother with no rubber

Posted in the cut, where it's ugly and no sunshine

Still gon' make a flip, turn a dime into lunchtime

Bitch, I'm on the grind, I don't sleep, I don't unwind

Tell him, keep the feelings, I don't need them bitch, I'm just fine

Posted in the cut, where it's ugly and no sunshine

Still gon' make a flip, turn a dime into lunchtime

Bitch, I'm on the grind, I don't sleep, I don't unwind

Tell him, keep the feelings, I don't need them bitch, I'm just fine

Yeah, Bitch, I'm just fine

I'm just fine

Yeah, I'll be just fine