Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kut One, artist - GQ Nothin PrettyAlbum song David & Goliath: Slingshots, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Chopping Block
Song language: English
Kut One |
People said I wouldn’t be shit 'til I believed them |
Started playing games with grams even my freedom |
Reading my indictment, did a little research |
Taking it to trial but I wanna see the plea first |
Top tier bottom bunk, house party shot it up |
Choked out my cellmate, told his man «Mop it up» |
Six bands copping up, started as a car stealer |
Yard time Kut One like a card dealer |
GQ, A Town, PA |
Use the blade to cut one like the DJ |
Scream «WorldStar» to hype up the replay |
Nothin Pretty but ya nicely sliced up like the cheese tray |
Food for thought, block sizzling like bacon |
Easy like Sunday morning, no real beef he like steak um |
Might take a minute to realize I’m the poster- |
Child for having something for everybody like Oprah |
Christmas story, pulled the metal, got ya tongue stuck |
Been throgh the ruggedest prisons without one cut |
Dumb slut topping my dick and drink |
Stop what a victim think |
Wash hands of crime then rinse the sink |
Missing link, no chain snatching |
I’m African but American as the plane crashes |
Same habits get handled like stained fabric |
Pull pussy and metal with the same magnet |
Somebody got to go, slow the grind, that’s a tough one |
Hard labor, no overtime, so I cut one |
Only got daughters meaning I don’t give a fuck son |
Bullets like the guest list, they get in, plus one |
Don’t try to battle me, host it, lush one |
Or burners gonna bang like the bitch on the bus Sun |
Trust none, let it pile up, that’s trust fund |
Bodies after bodies in the rivers, Pun’s son |
People get wet with a Sig, where the dust from |
Kids want slurpees and icees, that’s a slush fund |
Bust guns, tuck knives, fuck wives, not ours |
Gave ya neighbors the crater, literally rock stars |
Headband in the club, no dubs smoking lately |
Rather hear a broken promise than a broken safety |
But I’ll cut one up, he want the fade |
Ain’t a barber, you a target, I’m the one who bust |
You a shooter but I’m smarter, I’ll wait till the sun come up |
He want the fade, ain’t a barber but I cut one up |
The gut like Tiki, no torch it’s torture |
Misfortune 500, take a loss it’s easy |
Bitches rip bikinis, Jews toss they beanies |
Live like a boss, gonna cost to see me |
Send the crypto and the rest in cash |
We accept it like the calls I get from Mag |