Get Cut lyrics

[Intro]
Cardo got wings

[Verse 1: Joe Blow]
I was a young n*gga on my first bid
Was still a younging when I went and copped my first Benz
Thanking God I calmed down since my first kid
I threw a 4 up in my 20, popped a perk 10
Rolling up some [?] chief
While my lil girl 14, a younger version of me
I got some buddies getting money, bring me 30 a week
f*ck a b*tch, if she loyal, then she perfect for me
Rest in peace to Johnny Cash, [?]
Mac Dre rapping rhymes, pretty black and [?]
Me and Black up in the trap, pitching packs for cheap
[?] book a flight [?]
You ask me, I'ma tell you all these rappers is geeks
But if the rapping wasn't working, I'd be back in the streets
I'm in Versace everything, from the head to the sneaks
Talk is cheap, see you talking when we actually meet
n*gga


[Chorus: Peezy]
Cook blunt, codeine in my cup
f*ck a nut, I just got a hundred K out a sl*t
They don't show up to the huddle, then them n*ggas get cut
Fake n*ggas play it cool since a n*gga been up
[?] too big, can't fit in the [?]
n*ggas [?] them big houses, gotta live in the cut
Snitches in a n*gga circles, you don't see them with us
Talk tough on the net, but [?]
[Verse 2: Philthy Rich]
It's Philthy, n*gga
When them suckas see me out, they ain't acting that tough
Real gangstas on the net, but when they see me it's love
Na, you ain't gotta speak, I already seen who you was
No fake handshakes, no daps, no hugs
A lot of marbel floors, a lot of persion rugs
I just got a hundred thousand out a persion sl*t
Lil mama, yeah, you get [?] perses up
Ten thousand on these bags that we perchissing
Eve St. Laurent, call it butter pecan
Na, you ain't got this, b*tch, it's one of a kind
Yeah, they knew us by name, we don't stand in no line
I'm a heavy syrup sipper, pour an 8 out a 9
A1 on my [?] extra butter the prime
Screaming free [?], that's my lil brother, he fine
300 for a phone, yeah, we talk all the time
That's what [?] think that I'm lieing
It's Philthy

[Chorus: Peezy]
Cook blunt, codeine in my cup
f*ck a nut, I just got a hundred K out a sl*t
They don't show up to the huddle, then them n*ggas get cut
Fake n*ggas play it cool since a n*gga been up
[?] too big, can't fit in the [?]
n*ggas [?] them big houses, gotta live in the cut
Snitches in a n*gga circles, you don't see them with us
Talk tough on the net, but [?]
[Verse 3: Peezy]
That b*tch on autopilot, I ain't seen her in months
Ain't enough she could pay me, that could get me to f*ck
A hundred up, finna [?] live in the cuts
FN on my lap, got a stick [?]
Cookie crumbs in the blunt, high tech in the cup
Had a two tone block, but I gave it a [?]
n*ggas talking 'bout a body, they be making it up
We ain't doing no karati, got a K in the trunk
Every day n*ggas [?] what they want
[?] gang bust down, baby face in the front
Gang member before rap, so I say what I want
Money up, damn near can stay wherever I want
f*ck a fair faid, n*ggas try to fight and get jumped
Bet a homie ain't got it [?] somebody get slumped
Shooting at the same n*gga, Blow, who body that was?
17 up in the Glock, when I was done, it was none, n*gga

[Chorus: Peezy]
Cook blunt, codeine in my cup
f*ck a nut, I just got a hundred K out a sl*t
They don't show up to the huddle, then them n*ggas get cut
Fake n*ggas play it cool since a n*gga been up
[?] too big, can't fit in the [?]
n*ggas [?] them big houses, gotta live in the cut
Snitches in a n*gga circles, you don't see them with us
Talk tough on the net, but [?]
[Verse 4: Celly Ru]
Cook blunt, codeine in my cup
Spent some sh*t for this custum made piece with the [?]
Spent a bag on my n*ggas, ain't got sh*t for a sl*t
Got the Rollie on 9, but it just was the cuts
I ain't talking on the phone, you wanna see me, pull up
Touch a hair on my face, I guarantee you get touched
I got money on my mind, I got mud in my cup
[?] ride through the 6, with AK's in the trunk
Real n*gga til I die, you n*ggas know how I'm cut
45 chains on, that I ain't never gon' tuck
No, your b*tch ain't no good, she gon' f*ck for a buck
[?] n*ggas third person, I don't know who to trust
n*gga

[Chorus: Peezy]
Cook blunt, codeine in my cup
f*ck a nut, I just got a hundred K out a sl*t
They don't show up to the huddle, then them n*ggas get cut
Fake n*ggas play it cool since a n*gga been up
[?] too big, can't fit in the [?]
n*ggas [?] them big houses, gotta live in the cut
Snitches in a n*gga circles, you don't see them with us
Talk tough on the net, but [?]