"KUTTY MAK" lyrics
Uh, huh, huh, uh, uh (Knock down that three-pointer)
Uh, uh, hmm, yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, freaky man, pulled up with a bitch taller than him
Huh, huh, ah, huh
Same time, he'll pull up with a clip tall—
Same time, I'll pull up with a stick longer—
Same time, I'll pull up with a chop longer than him, huh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Same time, she be— damn, mm
Same time, that bitch you with, she ain't really with you
Same time— uh, uh
ShoNuff
Uh, same time, he'll mob in that Hampton mall
Uh, whoopin' niggas at the mall, couldn't afford shit at the mall
Uh, wasn't even supposed be in that bitch, I was startin' brawl
Hold on, crank
Uh, same way I cranked it with that pape', bitch, I get dizzy
Same way I cranked it with that money, you don't— uh, uh
Same way I cranked it with them bricks in my bity, nah
Same way we turned it with them joints down the way
They had no choice, it was make somethin', shake or I wasn't gon' get paid
Uh, got paid, now bitches shake it for me, they ain't got no choice
Huh, and it ain't by force, it's 'cause I'm dog
Uh, buffs on, see the bullshit through the fog
I know [?] wrong, but I'm still sparkin' logs
Nah, soon as I log in, I get to gettin' the money calls
Money, get that, gettin' sent, when Skuba get that, gettin' off
Yeah, niggas tried to write me off, fuck nigga, I don't write at all
Fuck I look like writin' back? Fuck I look like textin' y'all?
Fuck I look like respondin' to a nigga that I know soft?
Uh, he ain't never brought a striker, he ain't never sold somethin'
Nah, he ain't never lived how I lived to get them 'bows off
Nah, you know I ain't clock out in that jojo 'til the stove was off
Uh, whip, cooked up, bing-bingin', one-two, that can't be me
I was takin' care of all the cookin' shit that they know cost
Bitch, I was really on that 'Hound, keepin' that power on
Really been in that room with them people and ain't say shit
Nah, huh, uh, really been that nigga since like '09
Nah, since like '92, nah, bitch, I'm super cut
Nah, get your throat split, nah, get that dope whipped
Uh, it look like oat mix, startin' to look like oatmeal
Yeah, take the lumps out it, yeah, take the chunks out it
Yeah, know that ice had locked it up and we turnt up about it
Ooh, this another bag, huh, this some more bands
Huh, ooh, this another reason they can't do shit with our mans
Ooh, this another reason them niggas don't wanna clash
We'll get right on they ass, catch 'em out in traffic, crash
Ha, huh, difficult
Huh, your OG got locked up for weird shit like Mystikal
Pussy boy despicable, huh, flat out pitiful
I'll put a OD right on your head just to get rid of you, nigga
Yeah, how my old niggas do it
Cut up forty with a .40, on my daddy, he'll shoot it
Uh, bullets hit him hard like he's thought he's Seb Mueller
Yeah, we never heard of that nigga and never met a dude, haha
Uh, yeah, nah
That's we gon', uh, uh, tell everybody
Uh, we ain't got shit to say to 12
Talkin' 'bout at A-L-L
Huh, uh, goofy bitch, you gon' be a goofy bitch
As long as you a goofy bitch, I'll say it to her
Uh, goofy nigga, you gon' be a goofy nigga
'Cause you been a goofy nigga, you the reason why your man's head gone, huh
Huh, type of nigga, type of—
Type of nigga, huh, huh, knock down that three-pointer
Type of nigga got his, huh, got his man shot
And they ain't, huh, did shit, not a nan', nada
Huh, type of nigga, huh
Type— type of nigga, hit that three-pointer
Cuz, boy, you got your mans shot
Uh, and you ain't did shit, not a nan', nada
Huh, huh, could never be stopped
Tss, hold up
Uh, uh, hmm, yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, freaky man, pulled up with a bitch taller than him
Huh, huh, ah, huh
Same time, he'll pull up with a clip tall—
Same time, I'll pull up with a stick longer—
Same time, I'll pull up with a chop longer than him, huh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Same time, she be— damn, mm
Same time, that bitch you with, she ain't really with you
Same time— uh, uh
ShoNuff
Uh, same time, he'll mob in that Hampton mall
Uh, whoopin' niggas at the mall, couldn't afford shit at the mall
Uh, wasn't even supposed be in that bitch, I was startin' brawl
Hold on, crank
Uh, same way I cranked it with that pape', bitch, I get dizzy
Same way I cranked it with that money, you don't— uh, uh
Same way I cranked it with them bricks in my bity, nah
Same way we turned it with them joints down the way
They had no choice, it was make somethin', shake or I wasn't gon' get paid
Uh, got paid, now bitches shake it for me, they ain't got no choice
Huh, and it ain't by force, it's 'cause I'm dog
Uh, buffs on, see the bullshit through the fog
I know [?] wrong, but I'm still sparkin' logs
Nah, soon as I log in, I get to gettin' the money calls
Money, get that, gettin' sent, when Skuba get that, gettin' off
Yeah, niggas tried to write me off, fuck nigga, I don't write at all
Fuck I look like writin' back? Fuck I look like textin' y'all?
Fuck I look like respondin' to a nigga that I know soft?
Uh, he ain't never brought a striker, he ain't never sold somethin'
Nah, he ain't never lived how I lived to get them 'bows off
Nah, you know I ain't clock out in that jojo 'til the stove was off
Uh, whip, cooked up, bing-bingin', one-two, that can't be me
I was takin' care of all the cookin' shit that they know cost
Bitch, I was really on that 'Hound, keepin' that power on
Really been in that room with them people and ain't say shit
Nah, huh, uh, really been that nigga since like '09
Nah, since like '92, nah, bitch, I'm super cut
Nah, get your throat split, nah, get that dope whipped
Uh, it look like oat mix, startin' to look like oatmeal
Yeah, take the lumps out it, yeah, take the chunks out it
Yeah, know that ice had locked it up and we turnt up about it
Ooh, this another bag, huh, this some more bands
Huh, ooh, this another reason they can't do shit with our mans
Ooh, this another reason them niggas don't wanna clash
We'll get right on they ass, catch 'em out in traffic, crash
Ha, huh, difficult
Huh, your OG got locked up for weird shit like Mystikal
Pussy boy despicable, huh, flat out pitiful
I'll put a OD right on your head just to get rid of you, nigga
Yeah, how my old niggas do it
Cut up forty with a .40, on my daddy, he'll shoot it
Uh, bullets hit him hard like he's thought he's Seb Mueller
Yeah, we never heard of that nigga and never met a dude, haha
Uh, yeah, nah
That's we gon', uh, uh, tell everybody
Uh, we ain't got shit to say to 12
Talkin' 'bout at A-L-L
Huh, uh, goofy bitch, you gon' be a goofy bitch
As long as you a goofy bitch, I'll say it to her
Uh, goofy nigga, you gon' be a goofy nigga
'Cause you been a goofy nigga, you the reason why your man's head gone, huh
Huh, type of nigga, type of—
Type of nigga, huh, huh, knock down that three-pointer
Type of nigga got his, huh, got his man shot
And they ain't, huh, did shit, not a nan', nada
Huh, type of nigga, huh
Type— type of nigga, hit that three-pointer
Cuz, boy, you got your mans shot
Uh, and you ain't did shit, not a nan', nada
Huh, huh, could never be stopped
Tss, hold up
