Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cuttin Up, artist - LUD FOE. Date of issue: 04.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cuttin Up |
| 290 shit man, out west shit nigga |
| You know how we rockin' nigga |
| Get your guns up, get your funds up |
| You on that opp shit, get mob stick bitch |
| Straight gang shit, ay, Boochie Gang |
| She said she like my swag, I be cuttin' up |
| He can’t hang with us cause he ain’t cut enough |
| You don’t want war with us, you ain’t tough enough |
| I just bought a fifth of Henny and I drunk it up |
| You say you want some smoke, nigga puff it up |
| We fall in KOD and then we fuck it up |
| We criminals, this shit can get corrupt with us |
| You do subliminals, we ride with them illegals tucked |
| I told these pussy niggas not to fuck with us |
| And shout out to the hoes that be suckin' us |
| I gotta get this money up, that’s a must |
| Used to ride the bus, see the cops then I’m kickin' dust |
| I cop a foreign, I’ma valet park the bitch |
| I’m rolling with my niggas, I can’t fuck with the opp shit |
| She said she wanna fuck, I’ma charge the bitch |
| Ten thou' for thirty minutes, give her the hardest dick |
| I know you see me, VIP with all this bling on |
| I punch your ass in your face with all my rings on |
| Hollow bullets beatin' on your chest, chopper King Kong |
| I get that work, I bounce it back like a ping pong |
| You Bill Withers, get you a shoulder that you can lean on |
| Just met a thick bitch, her name was money and she wear green thongs |
| I heard you be lackin' off that lean, get your snooze on |
| Get my cruise on, I’m a mack with some Trues on |
| She said she like my swag, I be cuttin' up |
| He can’t hang with us cause he ain’t cut enough |
| You don’t want war with us, you ain’t tough enough |
| I just bought a fifth of Henny and I drunk it up |
| You say you want some smoke, nigga puff it up |
| We fall in KOD and then we fuck it up |
| We criminals, this shit can get corrupt with us |
| You do subliminals, we ride with them illegals tucked |
| Glock on me, 4 got 50's they’ll blow some' |
| Any rapper want this action, let me know some' |
| Let her suck the dick and I might expose or some' |
| I called bro out the van, now the fours is comin' |
| I don’t talk, I call Verny, come do what you do |
| 50K, 100 guns at this video shoot |
| Hop out the roof, don’t run, you know we’ll shoot |
| The swiper bitch, don’t like the bitch, she know I got the juice |
| The opps be off the xanny leanin', they snoozin and shit |
| I ate 'em up in traffic, I’m just cruisin' and shit |
| And who you think you foolin', them ain’t you lil bitch |
| Me and foenem in west park, just come through lil bitch |
| Gang shit, copped me a mansion, I’m the man and |
| Staring gets you fanned so don’t chance it |
| Bang bro, even these stars, I be slayin' shit |
| I just fucked the richest nigga’s bitch but I ain’t sayin' shit |
| She said she like my swag, I be cuttin' up |
| He can’t hang with us cause he ain’t cut enough |
| You don’t want war with us, you ain’t tough enough |
| I just bought a fifth of Henny and I drunk it up |
| You say you want some smoke, nigga puff it up |
| We fall in KOD and then we fuck it up |
| We criminals, this shit can get corrupt with us |
| You do subliminals, we ride with them illegals tucked |
| I’m higher than the stars, coolin' with this thot |
| I can tell she ain’t never been in a foreign car |
| She can tell I get money, I buy the whole bar |
| Last night I could’ve sworn I smoked the whole jar |
| F&N, chopper bullets, they go very far |
| I fuck that bitch and her friend like Hugh Hefner |
| And bitch I live the life of a hard knock |
| Have a shootout with the feds, I might kill a cop |
| Put this red beam on your head like a polka dot |
| And if a nigga fuck with my bread, watch a body drop |
| Niggas in the house cause they scared, we pop out a lot |
| We pull up with Glocks, MACs, 90's, got Rugers with mops |
| And I don’t give a fuck 'bout no bitch, I got all the thots |
| It ain’t no lackin', keep a thirty in that clip, I got all the shots |
| I call all the shots, I got coke in all of the pots |
| I pull up in a drop, throwin' hundreds all out the top |
| She said she like my swag, I be cuttin' up |
| He can’t hang with us cause he ain’t cut enough |
| You don’t want war with us, you ain’t tough enough |
| I just bought a fifth of Henny and I drunk it up |
| You say you want some smoke, nigga puff it up |
| We fall in KOD and then we fuck it up |
| We criminals, this shit can get corrupt with us |
| You do subliminals, we ride with them illegals tucked |