"Cuttin" lyrics
Gotta get 'em
You gotta get in there and get 'em
(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)
I be thinkin' 'bout that shit (Bricks), switchin' up my order
Gettin' caught, we ain't receivin' the minimum-time offer (You heard?)
I'm droppin' dimes off for a limited-time offer
Pussy smell like— with a stench like mop water
Lips down, ass out the window, she tastin' the meat
Vic throwin' cash out the window, can't stay in the Jeep
Play by the rules, start winnin' in the street
Now chicks choose to lose they virginity to me
Fresh in my white tee (You see it?), from the will of my feet
Cases still in the seat, dick keep hittin' her teeth
I'm out of town, you ain't 'posed to know at all
Now he posted on a poster, you supposed to get involved (Huh)
Plus he was close to y'all, hit him in the face
I been 'bout a blender, he ain't get in there with Gates
It was me, visions seen, on the scene dealin' kis
Tellin' God when He come, could He please think of me? (Amen)
Please think of me
Please think of me
Tellin' God when He come, could He please think of me?
They say them bitches down the street on retail for business
Burglarizing corner stores, on retail for liquor
He sell the triggers with seashells to hit you
Drop CL right from the detail division (Vroom)
Tellin' me to work, I'm workin' around it (Motherfuck a job)
The Glock more convenient than a courtesy counter (I'm hustlin', nigga)
Emergency, Mr. Gates need surgery
I'm sicker than a motherfucker, ain't nobody heard of me (Man, get off my dick)
My friends wanna murder me, put me in a brown box
Church suit, brown tie, white hat, brown socks (I'm fresh, though)
Sound shots, more bass than a sound shop
Cousin at the buzzer right before the out-of-bounds clock
For whatever, I ain't listenin' to pricks
Get to riffin', give 'em stitches, clips kiss 'em in the lips (Ah)
Same nigga gassed for the brake, yellow bitch
Late night, be fuckin' Mike on some pipes wetter shit
Please think of me
Please think of me
Tellin' God when He come, could He please think of me?
Say, Gates, your Auntie Nita back in town, I ain't tryna see her
Keep from arguin', I'd rather be in motion when I'm speakin'
Somewhere not achievin', probably smokin' in the bleachers (Lotta weed)
Suspended just for leavin', bein' noticed by the teachers (Well, fuck 'em)
Steady blowin' reefer, never noticin' the deacon (Mm-mm)
But God changed my life and I'm supposed to be a preacher (Amen)
Still got gorillas that go in the clutch for me (Huh)
Still get a half a brick for ninety-six hundred (Huh)
Hit Gates on the pager, he got some shit comin'
That cigarette small-face '96 money (Hundreds)
645 CI, buy a whip money (Oh, yeah)
You talkin' 'bout Gates, you mentionin' a G (Mentionin' a G)
When you talkin' 'bout Travis, you mentionin' a king (Mentionin' a king)
If it ain't about bread, never mention it to me (Never mention it to me)
You could lose your life in swift moments of violence
So when your name mentioned, you given moments of silence (Let us pray)
(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)
You gotta get in there and get 'em
(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)
I be thinkin' 'bout that shit (Bricks), switchin' up my order
Gettin' caught, we ain't receivin' the minimum-time offer (You heard?)
I'm droppin' dimes off for a limited-time offer
Pussy smell like— with a stench like mop water
Lips down, ass out the window, she tastin' the meat
Vic throwin' cash out the window, can't stay in the Jeep
Play by the rules, start winnin' in the street
Now chicks choose to lose they virginity to me
Fresh in my white tee (You see it?), from the will of my feet
Cases still in the seat, dick keep hittin' her teeth
I'm out of town, you ain't 'posed to know at all
Now he posted on a poster, you supposed to get involved (Huh)
Plus he was close to y'all, hit him in the face
I been 'bout a blender, he ain't get in there with Gates
It was me, visions seen, on the scene dealin' kis
Tellin' God when He come, could He please think of me? (Amen)
Please think of me
Please think of me
Tellin' God when He come, could He please think of me?
They say them bitches down the street on retail for business
Burglarizing corner stores, on retail for liquor
He sell the triggers with seashells to hit you
Drop CL right from the detail division (Vroom)
Tellin' me to work, I'm workin' around it (Motherfuck a job)
The Glock more convenient than a courtesy counter (I'm hustlin', nigga)
Emergency, Mr. Gates need surgery
I'm sicker than a motherfucker, ain't nobody heard of me (Man, get off my dick)
My friends wanna murder me, put me in a brown box
Church suit, brown tie, white hat, brown socks (I'm fresh, though)
Sound shots, more bass than a sound shop
Cousin at the buzzer right before the out-of-bounds clock
For whatever, I ain't listenin' to pricks
Get to riffin', give 'em stitches, clips kiss 'em in the lips (Ah)
Same nigga gassed for the brake, yellow bitch
Late night, be fuckin' Mike on some pipes wetter shit
Please think of me
Please think of me
Tellin' God when He come, could He please think of me?
Say, Gates, your Auntie Nita back in town, I ain't tryna see her
Keep from arguin', I'd rather be in motion when I'm speakin'
Somewhere not achievin', probably smokin' in the bleachers (Lotta weed)
Suspended just for leavin', bein' noticed by the teachers (Well, fuck 'em)
Steady blowin' reefer, never noticin' the deacon (Mm-mm)
But God changed my life and I'm supposed to be a preacher (Amen)
Still got gorillas that go in the clutch for me (Huh)
Still get a half a brick for ninety-six hundred (Huh)
Hit Gates on the pager, he got some shit comin'
That cigarette small-face '96 money (Hundreds)
645 CI, buy a whip money (Oh, yeah)
You talkin' 'bout Gates, you mentionin' a G (Mentionin' a G)
When you talkin' 'bout Travis, you mentionin' a king (Mentionin' a king)
If it ain't about bread, never mention it to me (Never mention it to me)
You could lose your life in swift moments of violence
So when your name mentioned, you given moments of silence (Let us pray)
(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)
