Cuttin

Play with my bands, I play with your life Everything cuttin' on me from the neck to pants, Maison Margiela when I'm steppin' outside Yeah, I'm the one that got it turned up, but it ain't no love when it comin' from you guys Came from Conley, I didn't have to cut no dope, but outside, I'll show you how to sell it Ain't from Ave, but went over there, then got slimy than a motherfuckin' villain Hop in the car then I crank it right up then I slap it in gas and this motherfucker spinnin' I know these burnt out bitches absolutely love me, they be dippin', dappin' in my businеss I hit this bitch with a million, cool She fuckin' with me, I left hеr knees numb Step on the back, CeeLo Then spend your money on Chrome Heart Thought this nigga was slimy Damn, these snitches broke my heart Yeah I'm designer glasses wearin', I just gotta tote the pole I gotta remind you everyday, tryna act all hard, we spin it today I ain't sparin' no nigga, get shot in the face I'm drinkin' Bel Air right now, ain't no spade And I came in with chains, too Yeah, she came with an attitude So I already know it's a stinky mood And you already know that I'm gettin' approved I ain't lyin' around, I got shit to do Jackin', wipin' you down like Boosie Boo I'm the one, I won't be a fuckin' tool And I'm workin', better check the mood I don't care, in the fuckin' street, just know you will get got Play with my bands, I play with your life Everything cuttin' on me from the neck to pants, Maison Margiela when I'm steppin' outside Yeah, I'm the one that got it turned up, but it ain't no love when it comin' from you guys Came from Conley, I didn't have to cut no dope, but outside, I'll show you how to sell it Ain't from Ave, but went over there, then got slimy than a motherfuckin' villain Hop in the car then I crank it right up then I slap it in gas and this motherfucker spinnin' I know these burnt out bitches absolutely love me, they be dippin', dappin' in my business Act like a cry baby 'cause I spoil her, she so lit right now You tryna stash her up, or boss her up? Gon' 'head penthouse If I didn't make it in this rap shit, still would, havin' too many hustles They don't wanna see the YSL fat, so we havin' too many muscles Pullin' your car when a nigga bluffin' Yeah we just sleep in Hermès covers How the fuck you call yourself a shooter? Boy, you tiptoein', you ain't really steppin' Boy, I been doin' what the fuck I want Y'all niggas just not gettin' It feel like in a Goyard I ain't lost love for my motherfuckin' hood But I lost love for my motherfuckin' ho Ain't surprised by that fuckboy's actions 'Cause I already knew how this shit was gon' go This shit off the head, this shit ain't wrote Low Louis the sweater, then Louis the shoes I could have fucked that ho so long, but I invited her group Play with my bands, I play with your life Everything cuttin' on me from the neck to pants, Maison Margiela when I'm steppin' outside Yeah, I'm the one that got it turned up, but it ain't no love when it comin' from you guys Came from Conley, I didn't have to cut no dope, but outside, I'll show you how to sell it Ain't from Ave, but went over there, then got slimy than a motherfuckin' villain Hop in the car then I crank it right up then I slap it in gas and this motherfucker spinnin' I know these burnt out bitches absolutely love me, they be dippin', dappin' in my business