cut like that - lyte lyrics
[intro: lyte]
uhh (uhh)
young lizzle (young lizzle)
skitzo! (skitzo, skitzo)
we don’t play sh*t! (we don’t play sh*t, we don’t play sh*t)
[chorus: lyte]
smash you on sight, not the type to run
we ain’t never been polite and known to bite our tongue
we ain’t cut like that, we ain’t cut like that
we got it out the muck, we gon’ bark right back
ho please, we ogs
and you the type of b*tch to call the police
we ain’t cut like that, we ain’t cut like that
we ain’t never gave a f*ck, we gon’ bark right back
[verse 1: skitzomichigan]
i’m john wick with a bigger d*ck
imagine young macgyver on some k!ller sh*t
black panther bеfore wakanda had t’challa
black gloves, fred hampton in thе black impala
for the family dollar, hang you from a dollar tree (yeah)
’cause the dollar general when you f*cking with me (woo!)
the gun shoot peppers like a jalapeña (vato)
vatos in a barrio treat me like selena (ugly)
put your body in a trunk with a spare tire
hot bullets hit the sky, that’s an air fryer (pop pop pop pop pop)
get out the projects before it gets dark
n*ggas dyin’ for this sh*t like we owen hart (grrr)
this ak got an aka
it’ll hurricane chris shoot a bay bay (mayday)
it’s a riot in the streets and we lootin’
f*ck your institution, trae young ain’t the only one shootin’
young skitz! (b*tch!)
[chorus: lyte]
smash you on sight, not the type to run
we ain’t never been polite and known to bite our tongue
we ain’t cut like that, we ain’t cut like that
we got it out the muck, we gon’ bark right back
ho please, we ogs
and you the type of b*tch to call the police
we ain’t cut like that, we ain’t cut like that
we ain’t never gave a f*ck, we gon’ bark right back
[verse 2: lyte]
i been a g since sixth grade
end up in a ditch laid out ’cause your pitch shade
listen you just b*tch made
have you twitching on twitch, b*tch, with a switchblade
and we don’t play that snitch sh*t, get your whole clique sprayed
feeling like pablo, b*tch i’m in my don mode
ain’t worried ’bout nothin’ in this b*tch blowin’ bomb dro
that’s one of mine ho, banging like a bongo
if you ain’t talkin money, motherf*cker, no convo
better call your mom ho, better do it pr*nto
before i have you missing turn your name into a john doe (uh huh)
head to head honcho, b*tch you better come see
body bag zipped up just like a onesie (hahahaha!)
f*ck these f*ckboys, never bite my tongue, please
get your neck and lungs squeezed when i holler at my young g’s
they smile like a dumdum, try it where i come from
and you the type of p*ssy that’ll dial 911
[chorus: lyte]
smash you on sight, not the type to run
we ain’t never been polite and known to bite our tongue
we ain’t cut like that, we ain’t cut like that
we got it out the muck, we gon’ bark right back
ho please, we ogs
and you the type of b*tch to call the police
we ain’t cut like that, we ain’t cut like that
we ain’t never gave a f*ck, we gon’ bark right back
smash you on sight, not the type to run
we ain’t never been polite and known to bite our tongue
we ain’t cut like that, we ain’t cut like that
we got it out the muck, we gon’ bark right back
ho please, we ogs
and you the type of b*tch to call the police
we ain’t cut like that, we ain’t cut like that
we ain’t never gave a f*ck, we gon’ bark right back
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