Cuttin’ Throats
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Look, Kazzy cutthroat
Got a vision, ain't nobody in it, I don't wanna talk
Pop a molly, feel it in my body, I love going ghost, bitch
I don't wanna act proper, bitch, I'm a big dog, need me a bone
Got these bitches wetter than a rainy day
They ain't tryna get things, fake dick on a payday
No damn hoe finna get a dang thing
Little bitch don't think I do give away ways
Kaz ain't shit but he got it on lock though
Pop those yaps and go crazy
I don't miss and I'm headed for the top, hoe
Y'all folk really too lazy
Tired of these pussies always crying with their hand out
Sing 'em like a pan, don't worry, think real loud
Talk all about big checks like a real pro
Bitch, you're a down low bop, I'm a main route
Dissect you real surgical, fucking hate the pitiful
Guess you've reached your pinnacle, just stop your unoriginal
Banks out, lil' mula straight to the PayPal
She rub, she bite, she real loud, she likes my fuck, she mine now
Drunk on the bottle, teeth chipped, go down
Cold wrist, choked by the singer, that's a gold grip
Tight fist, clenching on the sheets, I got her soul ripped
Moshpit, moshpit, moshpit, mosh
I wanna see a fucking mosh, bitch
You pussies afraid
Nothing but a fraud
A pariah
I wouldn't let a bitch suck's for the lie
Buddy we're the bloody gang