Cut Throat lyrics

Ain't nothin changed woadie (nope)
Ive been trying chill, (chillen out)
I got my change up
Now i ain't gotta kill
But f*ck sending n*ggas
They f*ck around and squeal (might rat)
I'm coming by myself
Right in where you live (ya crib)
Im runnin right down why you with your kids, (f*ck it)
You gotta go n*gga
And thats just what it is (damn)
Cut throat n*gga
Get it how you live (to the bone)
I hang with all killas
Down to bust a head (higlet)
n*gga im street smart (roacho)
Couple brick runners
Im still the same hard
From '06 summer ('member me?)
Remember back then
I was a young gunner (gettin in smackin)
Shootin up everything
Tweaking for a murder (i got a body)
f*ck is on your mind?
You know what im bout (ho n*gga)
Catch you at the club
While they lettin out(at the trap)
Keep a mask and gloves
Can't point me out (wasn't me)
Im really into sh*t
And you just run ya mouth (just talkin)
Trapped in them checks
I ain't like that (these hills)
Went and grabbed my strap (2 minutes)
Came right back
Hit a n*gga up
Had n slain that
I was young as f*ck
Pushing brains back (like 13)
Im a natural killa
I dont need pill (nope)
Go ahead, act gorilla
My banana feel
If rap dont turn i got bricks
I dont need a deal (trappn)
Gettin money f*ck a b*tch im tryin reach a mill (MOB)
Runnin straight through the D
No football drill (bricks)
To all my n*ggas rest in peace
Lost in these fields (green haze)
Over them phones, stay brief
Them sh*ts be tapped for real (huuhh)
Im in these streets so deep
Watch my back for real (amen)
n*ggas gettin indited
And they still out (damn)
The hood still f*ckin with em
What these streets really bout (n*ggas trippin)
In 19 years
I done seen it all (young n*gga)
Ho n*ggas turnin men
Real n*ggas gettin soft (sh*ts wild)
n*ggas thinkin they friends
n*ggas gettin offed (f*ck that)
I done payed my dues
Now its my time to floss (bling)
All these diamonds n*gga
Livin like a boss (bling)
Go head snatch my chain
Worth your funeral cost (swap it out)
Old heads hatin
Cause we run the streets (ho n*gga)
I ain't stressin n*gga
Im all about the beef (im bout that)
Im a ride out
Until im 6 feet (RIP)
And we gon slide out
All through your back streets (there go his crib)
Imma keep ridin
Like i ain't heard of bricks (caint stop)
n*ggas gon keep dying
We up the murder rate
This is my life
Real n*ggas relate (my life)
Keep a small circle
Cause n*ggas is snakes
HARDO
(whaddup n*gga hardo b*tch! allota you n*ggas be talkin that sh*t n*gga i ain't owe none of yall n*ggas
Nothin when i was to the grit wasn't none of yall hittin my line then now a n*gga gettin money now you n*ggas wanna hit me up f*ck yall n*gga thats why i get my jack changed all the time n*gga paygo clique traptastic n*gga)