Cut It (feat. Young Dolph) - O.T. Genasis

Yeah Yeah YSL Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit All these bitches actin' like they never had shit I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty Check out my attire, this expensive fabric And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage My jewelry as cold as an attic The kush that I smoke'll blow your lungs out I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house All your bitches thats busted, they live in your house What goes up comes down, my nigga, north south I done ran up them M's without a tour now She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now Hopped out my 'vette and hopped right in a foreign Bitch don't get close, this a mothafuckin' warning Suck that dick good, I'm the mothafuckin' warden She runnin' away from my weed like it farted She don't wanna swallow so I put it on her neck I beat that pussy up, she loud as a parade I got 1 million but only 10 in the bank I taste a sample, I only buy if it's dank I cook fishscale, and sang to her same time like Tank I was born in '91, 23 years old with a whole lotta stain (5 star mothafucka) Baby can you feel my pain? All my diamonds need to be drained I got a gangsta bitch that's gon' bang And I got racks up, I can't complain And all my dogs, they're dirty, check for mange And all I gotta do is reserve your brains And I'm a gangsta, my nuts, they gon hang Who said you was straight? Boy you need to be retained Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit All these bitches actin' like they never had shit I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty Check out my attire, this expensive fabric And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage My jewelry as cold as an attic The kush that I smoke'll blow your lungs out I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house All your bitches thats busted, they live in your house What goes up comes down, my nigga, north south I done ran up them M's without a tour now She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now Took the Rollie off, put the Breitling back on Walk in the room and I cut the lights on Why you spending like that? Cause I ain't ever had shit This that real nigga Paper Route, YSL shit Never loved a bitch but I love money In the church payin' my tithes with drug money Went and got a new plug, got mama a new house And a couple new coupes, that's how a young nigga live Couple bitches, good weed that how a nigga chill Top floor, penthouse, still crackin' seals Them Houston niggas be like, "That young nigga trill" Them New York niggas say that young nigga ill My mama always told me dress to kill My uncle always told me pack the steel That nigga Thugger, that's my mothafuckin' brotha From a motherfuckin' other, I'ma show you how to make magic The fuck is you mad at? Got your bitch dancin' all in my spot with no panties I said, "Bitch where your mothafuckin' man at? Fuck that, where your friends at?" Dammit Sold 50 P's, hold it, have to bag it That little bitch you lovin' on, I been had it Pull up in a new drop, that thang nasty Mama call all my big booty bitches trashy Pussy niggas actin' like they never had shit All these bitches actin' like they never had shit I got a bad bitch, she said she always had shit All these flawless diamonds, yeah they're lookin' glassy Catch that nigga slippin', I'ma do 'em nasty Check out my attire, this expensive fabric And we can wrestle just like Randy Savage My jewelry as cold as an attic The kush that I smoke'll blow your lungs out I'ma walk in and clutch it like it's a war house All your bitches thats busted, they live in your house What goes up comes down, my nigga, north south I done ran up them M's without a tour now She done stepped up her game, Christian couture now These niggas thought that they knew it but they don't know it now I swear to God they're pursuin' at all my shows now

Yeah yeah it's Dolph, Migos Drop that sack off, drop the racks off Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off We know you real soft, that's real talk (real talk) This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah) I know I got them people on my coattail (12) If you ain't getting no money I wish you well (go get the money) I'm havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up) I gotta put you down by my clientele Clientele jumpin' think I'm on to somethin' I never had nothin', that's why I'm always stuntin' (yea) My right hand man was there when nobody wasn't You ever seen three million in cash nigga, in all hundreds Shut the spot down I smell the drug task coming Throw away all the phones, uh I got rich off strong, yeah If you take care of your family then you're my type of nigga I might sit down and trap and count some millions with you (woah) [?] Can't do nothing with a broke hoe Can't trust a nigga cause where I come from they cut throat You play ball, sell weed, or you cooking dope (which one) If it ain't bout big money, then I ain't who you lookin' for Drop that sack off, drop the racks off Takin' her panties off We know you real soft, yeah that's real talk This for my niggas get them birds off I know I got them people on my coattail (12) If you ain't getting money wish you well (go get the money) I'm havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up) I gotta put you down by my clientele Colossal, Gelato Neighbors knockin' at my door, ask what's that loud smell? (Cookie) Draco, aimin' at my peephole (peephole) Ain't bout no violence, they gon' tell, quick to call 12 Dribble the ball, bale, we sellin' the raw, shells He poppin' that lame shit The chopper shoot like it's a ball player Give me the pot, give me the pot, and I bet I turn it to paste Who call the shots, who talk on wires? I bet I turn em to waste I keep the fire, Michael Myers I'm in the dark, connivin' Bombin', Osama Bin Laden Under the ground plottin' Smokin' on poison ivy, bricks in a porta-potty (bricks) When I'm with Dolph we divin' Slippery diamonds slidin' Drop that sack off, drop the racks off Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off We know you real soft, that's real talk (real talk) This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah) I know I got them people on my coattail (12) If you ain't getting no money I wish you well (go get the money) I'm havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up) I gotta put you down by my clientele

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let the band play Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I just need my niggas that's gon' ride with me (ride) All that fake love, I don't want it (keep that) You gotta pay to see me, I don't style for free (nah) And none of that sucker shit, I don't condone that (yeah, yeah) I rolled over and fucked my bitch this morning (yeah) The king of the jungle, gotta go, I'm hungry (Leo) Jumped in a big boy tour, bitch, I'm a grown man (yeah) It feel different when you get it on your own, man (on God) I said fuck the industry and did it my way (my way) I learned how to roll up weed, I didn't roller skate (nah) Go in the backyard, look at the lake, and I meditate (yeah) Told my big sister stop working so hard, let's celebrate (yeah) 15, walking 'round with a knot, nigga (racks, nigga) 16 when I shot my first Glock, nigga (hey, hey) Promethazine martini on the rocks, nigga (raw) The only thing I ask from you to never stop, nigga (for real though) I just need my niggas that's gon' ride with me (ride) All that fake love, I don't want it (keep that) You gotta pay to see me, I don't style for free (nah) And none of that sucker shit, I don't condone that (yeah, yeah) I rolled over and fucked my bitch this morning (yeah) The king of the jungle, gotta go, I'm hungry (Leo) Jumped in a big boy tour, bitch, I'm a grown man (yeah) It feel different when you get it on your own, man (on God) For some strange reason, I just love the hustle, dawg (I love this shit) I told all my niggas, "I just wanna see you ball" (for real though) Ain't nobody hand me shit, I had to kick down the wall (get in there) With all my ice on (yeah), Off-White on (yeah) Too many chains, look like I cut the Christmas lights on (yeah) You wouldn't grow, I cut you off, you claim I did you wrong (okay) It be the closest motherfuckers to you plottin' on you (plottin' on you) Droppin' on you (for real though) Coppin' on you (tellin') I just need my niggas that's gon' ride with me (ride) All that fake love, I don't want it (keep that) You gotta pay to see me, I don't style for free (nah) And none of that sucker shit, I don't condone that (yeah, yeah) I rolled over and fucked my bitch this morning (yeah) The king of the jungle, gotta go, I'm hungry (Leo) Jumped in a big boy tour, bitch, I'm a grown man (yeah) It feel different when you get it on your own, man (on God)

Quit bitchin' nigga, run it up Run it up, run it up Quit complainin' nigga, run it up Run it up, run it up Quit cryin' nigga, run it up Run it up, run it up Quit bitchin' nigga, run it up Run it up, run it up You can't kick it with me if you ain't a hustla You can't smoke out with me, I heard you a busta You lie too much so I can't trust ya You hangin' with some fuck niggas, so It's motherfuck ya, aye I told my niggas we was gon' get rich together I told momma "momma we gon' be rich forever" I can't fuck with a nigga that don't want shit She get her own money, damn that's my counter bitch The plug prices was too high so I crossed the map He saw me flexin' now he lookin' awful now Quit bitchin' nigga, run it up Run it up, run it up Quit complainin' nigga, run it up Run it up, run it up Quit cryin' nigga, run it up Run it up, run it up Quit bitchin' nigga, run it up Run it up, run it up While you was at the house with the bitch cuddled up I was on the block in the trap running it up I can't chase a bitch, I'm chasing commas bruh Real niggas see eye to eye and you not one of us Real niggas we don't make excuses They say flipper he ain't too hard, he abusive When it comes to the trap shit, I just do it Million dollar play, watch me execute it I can't sleep for too long, I might miss some Trap phone start jumpin' bout six some Quit bitchin' nigga, run it up Run it up, run it up Quit complainin' nigga, run it up Run it up, run it up Quit cryin' nigga, run it up Run it up, run it up Quit bitchin' nigga, run it up Run it up, run it up

Get what I got 'cause I hustle nonstop And I'ma keep stackin' this shit 'til All of this shit rot (let the BandPlay) And I'ma keep stackin' this shit 'til all of this shit rot I'ma keep stackin' this shit 'til all of this shit rot, ayy Uno, dos, tres, four, five, six, seven (uh) I was once told real gangsters go to heaven (for real, though) Eight (eight), nine (nine), ten (ten), eleven (guess what?) I spent ninety racks on an old-ass Chevy (haa) Call me Bumpy Johnson, I got hit up and kept on steppin' (uh) Lucky Luciano where I'm from, I make shit happen (it's Dolph) Pull up foreign snatchin' (skrrt), I got a thing for fashion (drippy) I told her let's go to dinner, go get dressed and keep it classy (woo) Under investigation, too many problems, too much ballin' (damn) I took seven million and buried it out there by the water (yeah, yeah) Mob meeting, I'm smokin' kush and drinkin' coffee (yeah, yeah) Once you cross me, I might whack you, so don't call me (yeah, yeah) She bad, so I bent her over like a doggy (woo) I cut him off because he worthless, now he salty (uh-huh) I got a thing for bad bitches when they bossy (I like that) Hustle 'til I'm dead, I'll get some sleep in the coffin I'ma keep stackin' this shit until all this shit rot I'ma keep stackin' this shit until all this shit rot Until all this shit rot, until all this shit rot Until all this shit rot, until all this shit rot I'ma keep stackin' this shit until all this shit rot I'ma keep stackin' this shit until all this shit rot I'ma keep stackin' this shit until all this shit rot I'ma keep stackin' this shit until all this shit rot (uh-huh) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) Lately I been hearin' a lot of voices in my head (damn) Damn (damn), damn (damn), damn (damn), damn (shit) They woke me straight up by my sleep and said, "Go buy a Lamb'" (damn) You ain't shit if your son don't wanna be just like his daddy (damn) Twenty racks, bust down, Cartier glasses (damn) You got bitch habits, I got money habits (damn) I tried to spare that pussy, fuck 'em, let him have it (dump) I only fuck with my kind, yep, I'm selfish (solid) I can't kick it with a fuck nigga, you a peasant (damn) Ridin' around in my double-izzar with my FN (my FN) Somethin' very icy always on my left hand I'ma keep stackin' this shit until all this shit rot (ha) I'ma keep stackin' this shit until all this shit rot (ayy) Until all this shit rot, until all this shit rot (yeah) Until all this shit rot (yeah, yeah) Until all this shit rot (yeah, yeah, yeah) I'ma keep stackin' this shit until all this shit rot I'ma keep stackin' this shit until all this shit rot (it's Dolph) I'ma keep stackin' this shit until all this shit rot I'ma keep stackin' this shit until all this shit rot (uh-huh)

Word around town I'm the man nigga Break that bitch down to the grounds nigga 16 o's in a pair nigga, quarter back drop, touch down nigga Touch, touch, touchdown nigga Touch, touch, touchdown nigga Touch, touch, touchdown nigga N-next day air, no ground nigga Took a loss, had a nigga on slim fast Now I'm moving weight like gym class Broke her down every bag like Sinbad How I get this bread mind your bizness Set it on sight, and I go half price Dough got my bread on your head no lights Wrap it up good no smell, that's right Cut the box open, no Jordan that's flight Shit look good, so I'm stacking numbers Next morning another tracking number Looking for a bad bitch I can bust down Tricking off field go I need a touchdown Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Hurry up, I got these other niggas waiting Send, send the shit over trying to see bread And if I say how I said it, I'ma see face Ain't trying get myself cold nigga When I throw the passes, it's colt nigga Met a bitch at the club, I'm trying see her She could my new wide receiver No photo, we don't play text No smell wrapped up like safe sex Fast life no slow down nigga Move weight like my car broke down nigga No rare thang good, no doubt Long as niggas don't run around routes Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Throw that shit like Peyton Hurry up, I got these other niggas waiting