Lyrics to Cutthrart
She in my coupe, it came with a chick
My chick, she ho in the bleak
Niggas ain't know what it is
You know what it is, you know how I feel
How many times I told ya, I don't wanna be right here
How many times I told ya, I don't wanna be alone
Only time I smile is when I'm looking at my phone
Let you when you high, but then I wish you when you low
But no one in this world can love me more than my hoe's
Tell my dawg, hurry up, we gotta go (Go)
Tell her, throw it in the bag, I buy the store (Store)
All my dawgs cut throat, that's how I go (Go)
How I go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), how I go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got so much diamonds on my wrist, I'm talking— (Huh, huh, huh)
Told her, bend it over, when I stick it, she like— (Huh, huh, huh)
Told her, bend it over, when I stick it, she like— (Huh, huh, huh)
I can only fix six hoes in a truck (Truck, truck, truck)
Bitch, don't worry, what the hell is in my cup (Cup, cup, cup) (My cup)
I got so much pretty bitches tryna fuck (Fuck, fuck, fuck) (Tryna fuck)
Please don't hit my phone if you not tryna slut (Slut, slut, slut)
Mr. Polo with your vintage, bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
I don't see your close friends, girl, you risky, bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Girl, you hit my best friend, how you miss me, bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
All these niggas' trash bags, couldn't diss me (Okay!)
I don't think they—, I don't—
I don't think they understand me (For real)
I'ma do it two times for my grannies (For real)
If you try me, I might steal you like a Stanley
Like better fries up, all my guys up
Got my nines up, fuck your rapper
Pull that nine up, pull that nine up (Pull that nine up)
You get lined up, like a [?]
I done talking to black bitches, back my fries up (Fries)
All this chrome on my face, I'm like a lizer
I been swimming in that cool shit like a diver (Like a dive)
Keep that blade inside my cap like I'm a blinder (I'm a blinder)
Got that drink up in my cup, this ain't no cider (No cider)
If I'm lost, God find me like a lighter
Yeah, ha, yeah, yeah
Tell my dawg, hurry up, we gotta go (Go)
Tell her, throw it in the bag, I buy the store (Store)
All my dawgs cut throat, that's how I go (Go)
How I go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), how I go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got so much diamonds on my wrist, I'm talking— (Huh, huh, huh)
Told her, bend it over, when I stick it, she like— (Huh, huh, huh)
Told her, bend it over, when I stick it, she like— (Huh, huh, huh)
My chick, she ho in the bleak
Niggas ain't know what it is
You know what it is, you know how I feel
How many times I told ya, I don't wanna be right here
How many times I told ya, I don't wanna be alone
Only time I smile is when I'm looking at my phone
Let you when you high, but then I wish you when you low
But no one in this world can love me more than my hoe's
Tell my dawg, hurry up, we gotta go (Go)
Tell her, throw it in the bag, I buy the store (Store)
All my dawgs cut throat, that's how I go (Go)
How I go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), how I go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got so much diamonds on my wrist, I'm talking— (Huh, huh, huh)
Told her, bend it over, when I stick it, she like— (Huh, huh, huh)
Told her, bend it over, when I stick it, she like— (Huh, huh, huh)
I can only fix six hoes in a truck (Truck, truck, truck)
Bitch, don't worry, what the hell is in my cup (Cup, cup, cup) (My cup)
I got so much pretty bitches tryna fuck (Fuck, fuck, fuck) (Tryna fuck)
Please don't hit my phone if you not tryna slut (Slut, slut, slut)
Mr. Polo with your vintage, bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
I don't see your close friends, girl, you risky, bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Girl, you hit my best friend, how you miss me, bitch (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
All these niggas' trash bags, couldn't diss me (Okay!)
I don't think they—, I don't—
I don't think they understand me (For real)
I'ma do it two times for my grannies (For real)
If you try me, I might steal you like a Stanley
Like better fries up, all my guys up
Got my nines up, fuck your rapper
Pull that nine up, pull that nine up (Pull that nine up)
You get lined up, like a [?]
I done talking to black bitches, back my fries up (Fries)
All this chrome on my face, I'm like a lizer
I been swimming in that cool shit like a diver (Like a dive)
Keep that blade inside my cap like I'm a blinder (I'm a blinder)
Got that drink up in my cup, this ain't no cider (No cider)
If I'm lost, God find me like a lighter
Yeah, ha, yeah, yeah
Tell my dawg, hurry up, we gotta go (Go)
Tell her, throw it in the bag, I buy the store (Store)
All my dawgs cut throat, that's how I go (Go)
How I go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), how I go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got so much diamonds on my wrist, I'm talking— (Huh, huh, huh)
Told her, bend it over, when I stick it, she like— (Huh, huh, huh)
Told her, bend it over, when I stick it, she like— (Huh, huh, huh)
