Stay in The Cut Lyrics

Who you think you scaring? not us

Better tell that boy we ain't scared of nothing

Big bro put that nigga in the air or something

Now ya family gone send you a prayer or something

Nut in her mouth and she don't spit it out yea her mouth

Just like a daycare or something

You niggas broke need charity

Crazy for the money need therapy

Stay in the cut like peroxide

Tell em come out or we bringing outside

Nigga that's no lie

Watch how them shot fire

Nigga a small fry

Chicken no Popeye

She sucking me bone dry

I think I need answers

You say you strapped and you carrying

Taking my bitch and you serious

How you gone do that I'm curious

Niggas be frauding and lying and rotting no iron

You prolly just holding ya mans gun

If somebody pull up and pop out

I know you gone drop out watch you and ya mans run

You niggas really hilarious

Don't even be in ya areas

Masking up just like a terrorist

Moving in fast and furious

Pull up to the 6 one 9 let it kick just like that nigga mysterio huh

She sucking me ike some cereal or something

Flow so sick bacterial or something Venereal or something

You think you superior huh

Better get better material son

I got the 9 the serial gone

One time pull up and I'm making a run

Ain't catching me I ain't going to court

Running the track cause this shit is a sport

Forget ya old dude that niggas a dork

Ain't tryna spoon Bitch I just wanna fork

That pussy like bacon ain't eating no pork

Hit up my slime when I'm out in New York

Nate in the Wheel Rell sparking the torch

the work in my crib ain't hop off the porch

Chopper to his head got waves or something

That fuck nigga must be brave or something

Acting like he tryn sleep in a grave or something

Funny thing is nigga I ain't staining nothing

I'm Moving my arms like it's cold or something

Walk past me nigga ain't no shoulder bumping

These Bullets gone hit like boulders or something

Qb with the ratchet Nick Foles or something

Beef with me I got three niggas without a question show you the answer

I ain't no dancer but watch how I'm fucking this dance

Rubber bands got me pulling my pants up

Niggas what

I ain't throwing no hands up

Fuck it we throwing the hands up

Watch he not stand up

Really was tripping

That Boul had the can tuck

Keep tryna act tough

Black Reem in black hoodies of course

Telling em fuck what you thought

Hating but I'm still the boul

Waiting to see if drawl

Picasso I'm right at ya braud

I seen her walking on broad

And now she got dick in her Jaw

Most likely don't wanna talk

Broke her back but she still gotta walk

A fraud is a fraud

Not bout to keep her that law