Lyrics Cut Throat - Hardo, Deezlee

Cut Throat

I got my change up
Now i ain’t gotta kill
But fuck sending niggas
They fuck 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, (fuck it)
You gotta go nigga
And thats just what it is (damn)
Cut throat nigga
Get it how you live (to the bone)
I hang with all killas
Down to bust a head (higlet)
Nigga 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)
Fuck is on your mind?
You know what im bout (ho nigga)
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 shit
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 nigga up
Had n slain that
I was young as fuck
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 fuck a bitch im tryin reach a mill (MOB)
Runnin straight through the D
No football drill (bricks)
To all my niggas rest in peace
Lost in these fields (green haze)
Over them phones, stay brief
Them shits be tapped for real (huuhh)
Im in these streets so deep
Watch my back for real (amen)
Niggas gettin indited
And they still out (damn)
The hood still fuckin with em
What these streets really bout (niggas trippin)
In 19 years
I done seen it all (young nigga)
Ho niggas turnin men
Real niggas gettin soft (shits wild)
Niggas thinkin they friends
Niggas gettin offed (fuck that)
I done payed my dues
Now its my time to floss (bling)
All these diamonds nigga
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 nigga)
I ain’t stressin nigga
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)
Niggas gon keep dying
We up the murder rate
This is my life
Real niggas relate (my life)
Keep a small circle
Cause niggas is snakes
HARDO
(whaddup nigga hardo bitch! allota you niggas be talkin that shit nigga i ain’t
owe none of yall niggas
Nothin when i was to the grit wasn’t none of yall hittin my line then now a
nigga gettin money now you niggas wanna hit me up fuck yall nigga thats why i
get my jack changed all the time nigga paygo clique traptastic nigga)