Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zachary Maximus Hitson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Boy in the cut
I must be cutting or 'sum
All the windows are shut
Gas in the bag and in fact
We ain't even sealing or sum
Damn, maybe Caesar is sum
Told her we fuck its a wrap
All of these bars are a trap
Spitting this shit just show you the kid on the plate, when he's ready to bat
Maybe just sum like that
Sight then we go and attack
Baby just look at my fit
I put some grams in the vat
I just went look up the VIN
He ain't own nun like that
Right
Three more lefts and a right hook
They think they can best my best hooks
My bars got 'em thinking in psyche-wards
Insane as shit, shit
These boys always sitting on a high horse
I start what a bitch won't die for
I live, I laugh in the same war
I'm sitting 'comf 'comf
Woah
Kill 'em all, Kill 'em dead
I run on a bitch when it's turning red
All I see is go when I'm seeing red
I mean when its green why not go when you king of this shit
When you king of this shit
Yeah, the blood that you bleed ain't know nothing 'bout this
Ain't know nothing 'bout this
All these dragons and thrones, still got places to sit
Still got places to sit
Send my regards to the ones that'll dip
Get the fuck out my crib
Boy in the cut
I must be cutting or 'sum
All the windows are shut
Gas in the bag and in fact
We ain't even sealing or sum
Damn, maybe Caesar is sum
Told her we fuck its a wrap
All of these bars are a trap
Spitting this shit just show you the kid on the plate, when he's ready to bat
Maybe just sum like that
Sight then we go and attack
Baby just look at my fit
I put some grams in the vat
I just went look up the VIN
He ain't own nun like that
I'm done taking public opinions
I got 'em sitting in witness protection, I run with a business
I'll run and I'll hit 'em
I ain't been got or been stopped in a minute
And I ain't even got me a minute
Called up your girl and I gave her a visit
I showed her my vision
She showed me the way how her skirt will get lifted
And that's how I'm going the distance
Ooh
That bitch'll run with the Nike shoes
Laces that never been touched to
These ain't no pairs that from Rack Room
These are the ones that'll step you
Step me
Stomp on the curb, make your face leak
And I ain't too smart, but there's men just like me
That'll know she a baddie, you talk and there's nothing to say
Ooh
Restoring the faith
I got some demons that try to save face
Putting your words in a Bible won't give me the title
So save it 'till I'm one to blame
Ooh
The realest and realer I get
I realize that I reel all the bars that I set
And I'm saying it once, and I'll say it again
While your boy's in the cut, go and dream of my 'Benz
Boy in the cut
I must be cutting or 'sum
All the windows are shut
Gas in the bag and in fact
We ain't even sealing or sum
Damn, maybe Caesar is sum
Told her we fuck its a wrap
All of these bars are a trap
Spitting this shit just show you the kid on the plate, when he's ready to bat
Maybe just sum like that
Sight then we go and attack
Baby just look at my fit
I put some grams in the vat
I just went look up the VIN
He ain't own nun like that
Writer(s): Zachary Hitson
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