Kutta lyrics

[Intro]
Huh, huh, yeah, huh
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh

[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh
Brand new cutter, huh, CLS, I f*cked it up, yeah
f*ck your brother, I got racks, I do it all, yeah
YSL shirt, this b*tch don't fit
I'm in Neiman, throwin' fits
For this coupe, I dropped a brick
Geek, I'm turnt off the sh*t
Slime like, "Who you want me to hit?"
Tell Celine to drop they sets
Helmut Lang jeans, no pockets, b*tch
Check, check, check, check, all I do is drop that sh*t

[Verse 1]
Sex, sex, sex, sex, what's up in your pockets? Yeah
Brrr, what do you want?
I need lean, I need Wock'
Lot of horses in this car
I'm on that X, geeked up on Mars
Geeked up, yeah, that Par
Pipe up, yeah, I'm—
Piped up, yeah, I'm—
Pipe up, yeah, I'm—
[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh
Brand new cutter, huh, CLS, I f*cked it up, yeah
f*ck your brother, I got racks, I do it all, yeah
YSL shirt, this b*tch don't fit
I'm in Neiman, throwin' fits
For this coupe, I dropped a brick
Geek, I'm turnt off the sh*t
Slime like, "Who you want me to hit?"
Tell Celine to drop they sets
Helmut Lang jeans, no pockets, b*tch
Check, check, check, check, all I do is drop that sh*t

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, check please
Yeah, yeah, where the lean?
I'm in LA, droppin' fees
I'm in New York, shoppin' spree
Huh, I'm in a GLE
Hit two hundred like, ''One, two, three''
n*gga, what you wanna do? I want everything, B
I'm on your block, what's up?
My slime got a lil' chop tucked
I'm rolling, geeked up
At Saks, uh-huh
I, "Vroom," from the plug
Now I'm in that bando, yeah
[Chorus]
Huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh
Brand new cutter, huh, CLS, I f*cked it up, yeah
f*ck your brother, I got racks, I do it all, yeah
YSL shirt, this b*tch don't fit
I'm in Neiman, throwin' fits
For this coupe, I dropped a brick
Geek, I'm turnt off the sh*t
Slime like, "Who you want me to hit?"
Tell Celine to drop they sets
Helmut Lang jeans, no pockets, b*tch
Check, check, check, check, all I do is drop that sh*t

[Outro]
Sex, sex, sex, sex, what's up in your pockets?
Brrr