"Cutthroats" lyrics
Boldy James & Real Bad Man Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah
Let's get it
I'm cut from that steel wool, these niggas terry cloth
From the gator capitol, but I don't wear Lacoste
Big stick with a fly catcher like I play lacrosse
Feel like the drugs wearin' off
Twenty-five on my skizzy, that's a Biletnikoff
Two county sheriffs at the light, I had to stare 'em off
Skrrt, skrrt, now we veerin' off
Square dancin' through the town square with a square of soft
For that Monterey Jack, cheddar, and that colby
I'm bouncin' out all black, somethin' like shinobi
Lil' stupid-ass nigga cappin' like he know me
You never Randy Mossed a body, you can't lil' bro me (Pussy)
I send them cutthroats to cut his throat
Yeah, nigga, 'cause if it's up, then it's up in smoke
Put one-eighty on the quarter when I cut the blow
When it came to cuttin' corners, had to cut it close
Number crunchin' with the tabs, on another note
Double dutchin' with the bag like she jumpin' rope (Ayy)
Clip like a thunderbolt
This hit-stick'll make a nigga do a somersault
Slidin' with three hundred shots, this ain't what he want
Fully Heck' & Koch and a mop, it'll get it sewed (Brrt)
Superstitious with the blicky, better not split the pole
Let it French kiss him in his lips under the mistletoe
On the block with Lik and Ty smokin' Deacon Frey
I weigh the work and sell it wet before it even dry
Number-one dope boy from the DMI
Why niggas snitchin' to them folks? Call that TMI
Had to study body language, learned to read a lie
Still playin' with that service dog, this ain't no seeing-eye
I send them cutthroats to cut his throat
Yeah, 'cause if it's up, then it's up in smoke
I send them cutthroats to cut his throat
Yeah, 'cause if it's up, then it's up in smoke
Yeah
Let's get it
I'm cut from that steel wool, these niggas terry cloth
From the gator capitol, but I don't wear Lacoste
Big stick with a fly catcher like I play lacrosse
Feel like the drugs wearin' off
Twenty-five on my skizzy, that's a Biletnikoff
Two county sheriffs at the light, I had to stare 'em off
Skrrt, skrrt, now we veerin' off
Square dancin' through the town square with a square of soft
For that Monterey Jack, cheddar, and that colby
I'm bouncin' out all black, somethin' like shinobi
Lil' stupid-ass nigga cappin' like he know me
You never Randy Mossed a body, you can't lil' bro me (Pussy)
I send them cutthroats to cut his throat
Yeah, nigga, 'cause if it's up, then it's up in smoke
Put one-eighty on the quarter when I cut the blow
When it came to cuttin' corners, had to cut it close
Number crunchin' with the tabs, on another note
Double dutchin' with the bag like she jumpin' rope (Ayy)
Clip like a thunderbolt
This hit-stick'll make a nigga do a somersault
Slidin' with three hundred shots, this ain't what he want
Fully Heck' & Koch and a mop, it'll get it sewed (Brrt)
Superstitious with the blicky, better not split the pole
Let it French kiss him in his lips under the mistletoe
On the block with Lik and Ty smokin' Deacon Frey
I weigh the work and sell it wet before it even dry
Number-one dope boy from the DMI
Why niggas snitchin' to them folks? Call that TMI
Had to study body language, learned to read a lie
Still playin' with that service dog, this ain't no seeing-eye
I send them cutthroats to cut his throat
Yeah, 'cause if it's up, then it's up in smoke
I send them cutthroats to cut his throat
Yeah, 'cause if it's up, then it's up in smoke
