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out the cut (prod. lowkey) - itsrell lyrics

(hook)
yea i pop like soda
smoking that green got a stick like i’m yoda
he walking up get ‘em stretched that’s yoga
we just misunderstood feeling like yak yola
look most of you rappers is posers
most of you rappers is capping for hoes
most of you rappers is lacking the lyrical talent
like most of you rappers is over
beef bout a hoe that’s bogus
playing wit me bullets beat to the beat that’s mozart
bullets bounce off your shoulders straight to your mans and he’s getting hit that’s bonus
take out the clip and then i reload it
he like to type get a tec for trolling
my peoplе they call me the goat
yеa yea it’s real i pop like a soda!

(verse one)
when i’m in my city i’m plugged like a network
don’t got connects ion think that his net works
bad lil jawn tryna hit cause my net worth
keep it a stack tryna see how her neck work
she wanna flight but got put in the bed first
i gotta see if she handling pressure
he pulling up and he leaving wit red shirts
i’m pulling up and i’m hearing a yes sir
i’m pulling up for a play let’s keep it a stack my money is real hard to measure
it’s cause i be keeping it moving, it’s coming right back in a stack is coming in better
study they moves it’s chess not checkers
i pop out the cut get it hot like a pepper
pop out the cuts leave blood in the sweater
he get the burner like cold in december!
(hook)
yea i pop like soda
smoking that green got a stick like i’m yoda
he walking up get ‘em stretched that’s yoga
we just misunderstood feeling like yak yola
look most of you rappers is posers
most of you rappers is capping for hoes
most of you rappers is lacking the lyrical talent
like most of you rappers is over
beef bout a hoe that’s bogus
playing wit me bullets beat that’s mozart
bullets it’s hitting your shoulders straight to your mans he’s hit that’s bonus
take out the clip and then i reload it
he like to type get a tec for trolling
my people they call me the goat
yea yea it’s real i pop like a soda!

(verse two)
i came out the cuts, a real surgeon
i pull up wit the k like t kirkland
he yelling out gang gang til they do em dirty and know he h*lla mad it ain’t workin
now he h*lla mad cause they worked em
claiming his stripes he ain’t earned em
i get to the chicken no churches
but i came out the cuts, a real surgeon
said that he rob, he sn*tch purses
he can get bagged, a real birkin
he h*lla mad cause his chick over here, she throwing it back yea she work it
she was a baddie i curved her
she was a baddie i flipped and i turned her
got a lil fatty get flipped like a burger
calling me daddy cause i worked her
she point it out kinda look like a cursor
said he getting far but i’m getting further
he don’t got connects better get out the server
i’m living his wish so he calling me turner!

- itsrell lyrics

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