[Verse 1: Marley Brooker]
A loyal bad b**h is to die for
And only married to the money and love music I swore
In these tryin' times tryin' get it and what not furthermore
s**a for a pretty face to say the least or underscore
Don't be mad at me that I'm cut from a different cloth
Don't be mad that I like my b**h bad
When she done, round of a applause
Dick 'em down bag em, sorry you can have 'em
I don't catch feelings but when I catch em I stab em (echo)
I figure, I rather get it and be gone wit' my n***as
Crack a couple bad b**hes and we all get figgaz
And they all eat cake (cake), they all cake getters
Old Cuban lady muggin' and they all hate n***as
Welcome to Miami, land of the grimy don't stand behind me
Cause these back stabbing snakes getting cut down (cut down)
And trick told them f** n***as we don't f** around (we don't f** around)
Just tryin roll my trees and sip my lean
And cut em down
[Hook]
(I told em)
Just tryin roll my trees
And sip my lean
And cut em down
(I told em)
[Verse 2: Marley Brooker]
Cut her down, eat her up'
Kiss the pink, before I beat it up
Sippin' that purple out my styrofoam cup
Movin' in slow motion vibe to the cuts
She got a pretty face, and a nice bu*t
Hope it snap back, Ima like her
If she like her I might wife her
Okay I'm trippin (but) just gimmie one nighter
And then we ridin' the corners and blownin' out that stress
Toastin' that 1738, to our success
They (they) see us boo, they wanna be us boo
Them b**hes mad we like, n***a who the f** is you?
They know the team (team), call us the regime ('gime)
When we ride though snatchin' up everything (everything)
f** everybody that hated
I got the last laugh and my dick s**ed
Then we celebrated
[Hook]
(I told em)
Just tryin roll my trees
And sip my lean
And cut em down
(I told em)