C-Murder - Cuttboyz Anthem lyrics

rate me

Yep yep we in here, this lil forty

Flex what ever, it's me ya dig

Right!

Cuttboyz cut boyz cuttboyz

Uh bro

Cuttboyz cuttboyz, what bro

Cuttboyz cuttboyz uh bro cuttboyz cuttboyz cuttboyz, what bro

We got them toys, and we bring it on

Check it out

On the city rolling, but truth been tollen

Them buster folding, and I think they know it

But homee chockin, I think he smoking

I am breaking bread, on blocks harder than free cheese

Inside of me is a Cuttboy with multiply robberies

And my committees only the real can ride with me

I am in the drivers seat, so god forgive me please

Rest in peace my enemies, I wanna see then bleed

Become a memory is this Hennessey talking to me

This greenery is blurring my vision, I am making stupid decisions

Head on head collision is Heaven or Hell, straight to the present

My cali glissen, now act kaoit this game Hypnotic

The shit that you got it, and the fourteens your vest will stop it

And the album just go coupe it, I am huge like a Nassau Rocket

We about to blow like the World trade

That what Slim says (cuttboyz)

Cuttboyz Tru Records for life ain't nothing nice

Ain't no other click like, the Cuttboyz we keep it solid

We bout that volience

Fist Matt, Key deniro cuttboyz anthem baby

They call me dope man, dope man (da price is hella proper)

Santa clause got Christmas trees and helicopters

I'll ship, I'll deliver, I'll bring them to ya

I even got a couple N...

That will sling'em for

Cuttboyz B call me the muffin man, smell it baking out the oven from muphin pan

Dope swell up in tube like Ruspin man

Two stacked jeans baggy, you gotta cuff it man

I stack the old money, to spend the new cc

The old c sat song long, so the blue c

I tuck that flip that stack, got two keyz

I came out and dropped that pot, and they o wee

Holla at the boy, you ain't getting slabs

I promise everything you got you got a extra gram

It like cake mix, get the spam (dam)

Cuttboyz holla at ya man

Boy I am the Cut, a thug by nature

I took a minor set back, but I am trying to get major

Pockets full of stones, I am trying to get paper

Shoe box full of bread I am trying to get paper

Ain't that a bitch, look at these niggas hating

Paint dripping in the street like it's ministrating

Soak it up Like a maxi pad, you know that young motherfucker Maxi pad

I am always in cut boy, 24-7 yep

Shop open girl like seven Eleven

My pockets on swoll and rocks steady swelling

The glock for you robber, yeah I keep the protection

The copper on my my nuts, trying to find my double up

Flashing they Id's, mad cause my ride clean

Mad cause I am big time, mad cause my bitch fine

Mad cause my ice dog, got big big shine