Chris Crack - CUTS lyrics

[Intro] They wonder why Im furious Stop playing with me man Lets do it Cutta what up [Verse] You making me mad, you angered my chick I'm back on my job, you worried as sh** Hurry up b**h Out with my count Before I go in your mouth Don't be falling in love for these tricks And I'm sick of this f**ery Touching me is never an option Adopting my mantra My conscious is telling me blow this b**h up It's a little bit of liquor, a whole lot of d** Piece of the pie, that's what I want cheesy beef and some fries Windows are tinted can't see me inside Definitely that guy Tree in the ride Bullying rappers wish they was my side Push them around, smacking they necks Looking back at it, it's a waste of my time Seeing, then smelling and tasting these signs (put your hands on the f**ing car sir) Damn man, this c**aine ain't mine I'm holding and folding my hands He said his son liking my music Its cool and just slow down with the d** I'm showing him love, roll me a dub We back in the club, cracking the flowers you think she don't swallow She told me she model in college And all about a dollar Probably fresher than all of you pimps Shots of the Jamo Acid and ‘shrooms Bouncing off walls, don't come in my room Soon to be the most dominant n***a Happen to be the most prominent n***a Capital murder Need guns for this n***a AHH [Outro] X2 They wonder why I'm furious Told them n***as don't come around here That cat k**ed them cause they curious I told them they'll need a gun around here