thatsgwiz - Cutta Lyrics

G19 on me he ain't getting up
I feel like pac if he talking we hit em up
Just like a paper these bullets they rip him up
FMJ bullets man they finna lift him up
My choppa hit him his homie go pick him up
He said he better we know you ain't lit enough
Just like a jacket catch him and we zip him up
Treat that lil boy like a lighter we lit him up
I feel like Yeat I might hop in that Bentley truck
Stay with my brothers no we never splitting up
Said you was gang for the clout you be switching up
That boy got caught up in traffic don't mention us
He said he better than me need to give it up
I'm with the gang man you know we gone live it up
If he try run up man i got that semi tucked
Dissing on gang we got choppas we stick em up
That boy he weird i'm not talking about Diddy
Playing with gang we pull up it get litty
In a trackhawk going fast around that city
That girl a nat no i can't show no pity
He said he better man that boy too silly
My youngins shoot like they playing for philly
Got racks in my jeans i'm not talking no billy
He playing my choppa eat him like a dilly yea
I'm going up so they hate me
Said he want work then lil bro gotta pay me
M16 hit him it ain't no saving
He said he bout it boy chill with the faking
Pull up with that choppa his life what i'm talking
You know we solid boy it ain't no breaking
Switch on the glock lil boy ain't no escaping
I got that Cutta on me like i'm shaving
I feel like desire it's gone be the purge
You know my shooters they put in that work
You don't know me i don't care what you heard
He wanna play with the gang he get hurt
My choppa hit you now you in the dirt
I'm getting blues i'm not talking about Surge
My choppa like faygo put him in a hearse
And no you not gang you can't be on my turf
Man you know lil wizzy the best
Ain't talking a bed my choppa put that boy to rest
And i got that gun on me like school you better not test
We know you ain't real get in that room and you gone fess
Aiming at his head man i don't care about no vest
Talking bout he got more money but that boy got less
He talk on the gang them bullets going through his chest
We knock off ya brother then we coming for you next
He said he gang but he setting me up
He was my brother he broke all the trust
Stacking the money you know it's a must
G19 on me gone bust
He said he better than me but he suck
Beam on his head that lil boy better duck
He dissing me that lil boy on some drugs
He wanna play ima call up my thugs
I'm going up so they hate me
Said he want work then lil bro gotta pay me
M16 hit him it ain't no saving
He said he bout it boy chill with the faking
Pull up with that choppa his life what i'm talking
You know we solid boy it ain't no breaking
Switch on the glock lil boy ain't no escaping
I got that Cutta on me like i'm shaving
Sipping on wok yea im sipping on syrup
I feel like Yeat cause my money it burn up
Bullets they hit him my choppa it turn up
We finna heat him up ain't talking furnace
Said he gone pull up but that don't concern us
He said he bout it that boy really nervous
Boy why you capping you know you won't hurt us
You know we gone win so please don't try to verse us