Killas in the Cut
Lyrics
And i hate myself so much
Dont know whats in my cup
When im rolling off these drugs
Its like euphoria
They try to say i'm short
But i know my money long
This planet fitness pack
You know i'm smoking strong
Give me what i want
Killas in the cut
Druggies show me love
Addie keep me up
Cookie got me stuck
My shorty turn me up
My brothers got my back
But they is not my blood
My shorty speak a different language
Make me horny when she cuss
My own family done turned on me
So tell me who to trust
I cant cuff her she a slut
My new white girl be on dust
My new whip came with a clutch
We got killas in the cut
No fingerprint up on my gun
Michael Jackson with a glove
She came over for a month
You can have her when she done
Bitch i just have my way
Bitch im just having fun
Bitch this is not a race
Bitch i already won
Bitch you gone give me face
Yeah Im gone fall in love
And my pockets getting fat
Hey yeah they weigh a ton
I been locked inside the stu
I aint seen the sun
I been swerving in my coupe
Yeah i been on the run
They got my brother out on rice st
Im tryna pay his bond
I got guns under my sleeve
Like I'm James Bond.
And i hate myself so much
Dont know whats in my cup
When im rolling off these drugs
Its like euphoria
They try to say i'm short
But i know my money long
This planet fitness pack
You know i'm smoking strong
Give me what i want
Killas in the cut
Killas in the cut
Killas in the cut
Killas in the cut
Killas in the cut
Killas in the cut
Writer(s): Amir Benjamin
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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