Cuttin' up, cuttin up'
(You passed the limit)
Cuttin' up, cuttin up' (this Lil Top)
Bitch, I'm cuttin' up like, yeah
Cuttin' up, cuttin' up
(Baow, baow)
Cuttin' up, cuttin' up (tryna take off his face, huh)

I'ma get 'em stepped on (huh)
Hold them dead bodies for my nigga
They been stepped on (stepped on)
Do 'em dirty, do 'em bad
I'm gon' get you repped on
Got a shirt tied 'round his head just for a mask
And got the window down
Keep yo' heat, be cool, I'ma get all of 'em gone

I stopped the whip, popped in the street
Right inside my pants where I tote the heat
Dead bodies left right where I be
Green flag, nigga know it ain't no peace (no)
Meechy still sellin' dope from Belmont, way back in Missouri Street
Top tryna split a nigga from P Street, way back to South 13
Bitch, my money up and I'm bootin' up in a Lexus like its '99 ('99)
Bitch, I'm chewed up and I'm tooled up and I'm flexin' (huh? Huh? Huh?)
You is not my kind (not my kind)
Rich just got that Maybach truck
Jump in that bitch light up time
Like my empire I been holdin' up
But now they need to free them slimes
There ones who going to spit my rhyme
Owe ones who down deserve my time
Get loaded while I think 'bout youngin'
Need to win one million a million times
50, AR hold sixty, got it wit' me in the city slidin'
PTR on press the grip and hit it takin' off your mind

I'ma get 'em stepped on (huh)
Hold them dead bodies for my nigga
They been stepped on (stepped on)
Do 'em dirty, do 'em bad
I'm gon' get you repped on
Got a shirt tied 'round his head just for a mask
And got the window down
Keep yo' heat, be cool, I'ma get all of 'em gone

This that fuck a hater talk, bitch
Really from the bayou
This that alligator walk, bitch
Real assassination shit
He gon' put a wig on while he slang that stick
Real food distributor, still drive navigators around this bitch
Bang this Rollie, I got blessed wit' way from '96
He'll drop, I'm gon' drop one
Talkin' 'bout Lil Top, you know AI, I keep a hot gun
Loaded, I been rollin', plus I'm mugged up 'cause it's not fun
Been in this bitch and doin' my shit since they was sayin' he too young
This bitch act like he wanna do somethin'
Youngest flexin', whoop 'em, zip 'em, drag 'em out
Stolo whippin', pistol grippin', tryna bag 'em down
He left two stretched out without no witness 'round, yeah, yeah
Still had a army in that north when I ain't have millions 'round
Nigga, yeah, yeah (bitch)

What you finna go cop that Maybach truck?
Nah, I been, I'm sitting around playin' it off and shit
Ay, what you looking crazy for, man?
Ay, you know I'm on drank right now, son
Oh, I ain't need that though and I got yo' shit to floor it
And I got yo' shit to flex, this for the hoes, yeah

I'ma get 'em stepped on (huh)
Hold them dead bodies for my nigga
They been stepped on (stepped on)
Do 'em dirty, do 'em bad
I'm gon' get you repped on
Got a shirt tied 'round his head just for a mask
And got the window down
Keep yo' heat, be cool, I'ma get all of 'em gone

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Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden