wifeye - Cut The Sh!t Lyrics

The kid is back, believe it that,
But where the f*ck I leave my steamer at, oh
There it goes, pen and pad,
Now I'm finna roll on a beat, now I'm finna roll, finna roll on it
Like I,
I hit the weed the blunt be talking like Joe Rogan
Get it if you want it, writing like the pen is holding,
Potent potions of the secrets of this whole shit
I just want some more shit, but I tangled with the locus
Durango how I'm Dodging all these agents with they bullshit
Where'd you get yo lango, you a blazer like it's Portland
I just caught a wave and now I'm f*cking up the ocean
Shorty wish I stayed, I dropped her off just like a postman
Wifeye the connection, I be plugged in, y'all be resting
Sleeping past yo breakfast, not me I be like erections,
Up'n in the morning, early birds my new obsession
Really on my king shit - I don't need a crown or necklace
I just hope my message coming thru just like we texting
I just hope my next bitch ass fatter than Alexis,
Texas, ima star, I go so hard, I need some stretching
Retarded, but like Harvard, ima baller it's impressive
Cut the shit, I cut the shit, I cut the shit out
Cut the shit, I cut the shit, I cut the shit out
Cut the shit, I cut the shit, I cut the shit out
You know I'm finna fight, man that without a doubt
Cut the shit, I cut the shit, I cut the shit out
Cut the shit, I cut the shit, I cut the shit out
Cut the shit
Devils they be dancing, hit you with the subtle glances
You might need some glasses if you miss me when I'm passing
Stand out like it's fabrics of the brightest colors of the fashion
Culinary cooking, I got heat, this just a sampler
I don't need no answers to the questions that I'm asking
Who yo favorite rapper who ain't hanging in the rafters
Who really got action and passion in they crafting
Are you flabbergasted when blasting all they classics
Don't they shit be plastic, can't stand it wit these rappers
I been really patient, now I'm coming at these bastards
Y'all are really ass, I put my thumb in all you bastards
Hit it from the back I got yo bitch she lookin' backwards
Ten thousand hours how I'm working on my masters
Hungry, I'll devour any beat it don't matter
Skeet with the heat I be breathing like a dragon
Neat, ima freak, O-C-D when I'm rapping
Not in D.C but be moving like the cabinet
Wifeye for the streets and the peeps in the mansion
Keeping all receipts for the weeks I be damaged
Wifeye got connection and you know that bitch not lagging
Cut the shit, I cut the shit, I cut the shit out
Cut the shit, I cut the shit, I cut the shit out
Cut the shit, I cut the shit, I cut the shit out
You know I'm finna fight, man that without a doubt
Cut the shit, I cut the shit, I cut the shit out
Cut the shit, I cut the shit, I cut the shit out
Cut the shit