Moneybagg Yo, Big Homiie G - Kut Like Dat Lyrics

Oh
Oh (turn me up, YC)

Styrofoam cup to the dome
Styrofoam cup to the head, I'm full of these meds (oh)
Trunk in the front not the back
Seats came black, but I had redid it red (oh)
Get a bitch, I don't go on no date with her
Love her action, so I fornicate with her (oh)
Yeah they say they real but I show 'em realer
All this ice, I can't do nothin but shake shiver
Okay, I got this sauce and season, Old Bay
Too many racks, Amiris can't take (oh yeah)
Every other day, the money inflate (poof)
In here with seven bitches, full tray (true)
All white Lambo truck, Colgate (cheese)
Everything I do I kill it, closed case (uh)
She say she need a quarantine bae (now)
Sent her a flight to meet, a one way

Hop out the Aston then hopped in the Wraith
I got bored with the Wraith and then gave it away
One hunnid racks for the brand new Corvette
It take off like a jet, boy, you don't wanna race
Fuck what you talking 'bout, fuck what you say (bitch)
Let's go to war, I got paper to play
Break out them racks, she gon' bite on the bait
Eat up da drip (whoa), swallow the taste (oh, yeah)

I go cray-cray with them Band-Aids, bitch, I'm cut like that (oh)
All white Lambo like marshmallow, she got one to match (oh)
I put my bitches on bitches 'cause I'm cut like that (oh, I'm cut)
I put my niggas on bidness 'cause I'm cut like that (oh, oh, cut)
I go cray-cray with them Band-Aids, bitch, I'm cut like that (oh)
All white Lambo like marshmallow, she got one to match (oh)
I put my bitches on bitches 'cause I'm cut like that (oh, I'm cut)
I put my niggas on bidness 'cause I'm cut like that (oh, oh, cut)

Yeah, bloodshed he dead
Flee the scene, yellow tape, code red (code red)
That's how we ride when we slide (skrr)
Put 'em on the news, yeah, each time (each time)
She want me to give her free time (free time)
So I gave that bitch the peace sign
I cannot vibe with you, ooh (nah, nah)
I cannot vibe with you (oh, oh)
Juice all in my cup, I done snuck and poured me a line or two (oh, oh)
Big bread, gang chain on my chest, that bitch blindin' you (oh, oh)
All the opps dyin' every time, man
We ain't got none but a few (none but a brrr)
I'm just gon' buy the bitch a pair of heels
And tell her go do what she do (go do what you do)
I used to hit school for the hoes (yeah)
Then I leave the school, sell a boat (yeah)
They say they comin' out the South with it (skrr)
I told her meet me at the Cinco (go)
I got this Glock on me, gen four (four)
Go on play killer like I ain't gon' blow (blow)
Push the shit to the dashboard (boom)
Pick his brains off the floor (whoa, whoa)

I go cray-cray with them Band-Aids, bitch, I'm cut like that (oh)
All white Lambo like marshmallow, she got one to match (oh)
I put my bitches on bitches 'cause I'm cut like that (oh, I'm cut)
I put my niggas on bidness 'cause I'm cut like that (oh, oh, cut)
I go cray-cray with them Band-Aids, bitch, I'm cut like that (oh)
All white Lambo like marshmallow, she got one to match (oh)
I put my bitches on bitches 'cause I'm cut like that (oh, I'm cut)
I put my niggas on bidness 'cause I'm cut like that (oh, oh, cut)