Cuttin Up lyrics

[Intro]

290 shit man, out west shit nigga

You know how we rockin' nigga

Get your guns up, get your funds up

You on that opp shit, get mop stick bitch

Straight gang shit, ay, Boochie Gang

[Hook]

She said she like my swag, I be cuttin' up

He can't hang with us cause he ain't cut enough

You don't want war with us, you ain't tough enough

I just bought a fifth of Henny and I drunk it up

You say you want some smoke, nigga puff it up

We fall in KOD and then we fuck it up

We criminals, this shit can get corrupt with us

You do subliminals, we ride with them illegals tucked

[Verse 1]

I told these pussy niggas not to fuck with us

And shout out to the hoes that be suckin' us

I gotta get this money up, that's a must

Used to ride the bus, see the cops then I'm kickin' dust

I cop a foreign, I'ma valet park the bitch

I'm rolling with my niggas, I can't fuck with the opposite

She said she wanna fuck, I'ma charge the bitch

Ten thou' for thirty minutes, give her the hardest dick

I know you see me, VIP with all this bling on

I punch your ass in your face with all my rings on

Hollow bullets beatin' on your chest, chopper King Kong

I get that work, I bounce it back like a ping pong

You Bill Withers, get you a shoulder that you can lean on

Just met a thick bitch, her name was money and she wear green thongs

I heard you be lackin' off that lean, get your snooze on

Get my cruise on, I'm a mack with some Trues on

[Hook]

She said she like my swag, I be cuttin' up

He can't hang with us cause he ain't cut enough

You don't want war with us, you ain't tough enough

I just bought a fifth of Henny and I drunk it up

You say you want some smoke, nigga puff it up

We fall in KOD and then we fuck it up

We criminals, this shit can get corrupt with us

You do subliminals, we ride with them illegals tucked

[Verse 2]

I'm higher than the stars, coolin' with this thot

I can tell she ain't never been in a foreign car

She can tell I get money, I buy the whole bar

Last night I could've sworn I smoked the whole jar

F&N, chopper bullets, they go very far

I fuck that bitch and her friend like Hugh Hefner

And bitch I live the life of a hard knock

Have a shootout with the feds, I might kill a cop

Put this red beam on your head like a polka dot

And if a nigga fuck with my bread, watch a body drop

Niggas in the house cause they scared, we pop out a lot

We pull up with Glocks, MACs, 90's, got Rugers with mops

And I don't give a fuck 'bout no bitch, I got all the thots

It ain't no lackin', keep a thirty in that clip, I got all the shots

I call all the shots, I got coke in all of the pots

I pull up in a drop, throwin' hundreds all out the top

[Hook]

She said she like my swag, I be cuttin' up

He can't hang with us cause he ain't cut enough

You don't want war with us, you ain't tough enough

I just bought a fifth of Henny and I drunk it up

You say you want some smoke, nigga puff it up

We fall in KOD and then we fuck it up

We criminals, this shit can get corrupt with us

You do subliminals, we ride with them illegals tucked

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:Single (2016)