Cut Throat lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Louie Ray]
I come from a place where it's cut throat
sh*t so thick in the air, can see the gunsmoke
I need someone to roll the weed, Lil Cuz [?]
You can smell the sh*t across the street when the [?]
This n*gga wearing big pants in the club [?]
[?] sitting in the car [?]
Everything I got, [?] check the barcode
I know these hoes dogs too, that's what I bark for

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
I ain't even started shooting, what you run for?
Me shootout [?] is your gun broke?
Bad b*tch said I make her happy, that's my fun ho
OK I know I left the game, but where the love go?
I couldn't even find no perkesits, where the drugs go?
OK I know you got a bag, where the plug though?
Damn, oh you told on him
You a f*cking [?] you gon' fold on him
Beat a n*gga ass in the club, I just [?] on him
I just took my ice out the freezer [?] froze [?]
You ran off on your man, you bold, homie
Why the f*ck you hanging with a rat, and he told, homie?
I can't do sh*t with my dawg, 'cause he told on me
Damn, it was back in school
[?] backpack, like I'm back to school
I know an old n*gga 61, he still trapping too
How the f*ck you fall off again [?]
[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
How you fall off again? Bro, you dumb as f*ck
I was selling hoops [?] tryna double up
The goal was to get a hundred, ran a couple up
I don't do relationships, because I f*cked a couple up
OK we got the potential to hit number one
She slide through to eat the di*k, said yummy yumm
Cup sweet like a honey bun
I ain't tryna f*ck her if she fat, she need her tummy done
Know I might just f*ck her, get her tummy done
In real life, we got chops and sh*t, not a Tommy gun
In real life, they call me Louie Ray, but I'm a Tommy [?]

[Verse 4: YN Jay]
Thick booty b*tch shaking ass, she got a lot of [?]
Busting at a stupid n*gga, make a dummy run
You don't love your kids, you don't even know your [?]
Smoke a big blunt with my daddy, that's my grannie son
Used to live at my grannie house [?]
Pull up in a droptop, it's a missing roof