Kevin Gates - Cut It (Remix) lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Cut It (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: O.T. Genasis] O.T Yeah you know this so hard man I ain't even getting on this one I did what I had to do, ooh! All I want is money All I want is money Top down, show the cleavage This right here the remix [Hook: O.T. Genasis & Young Thug] Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it Your price is way too high, you need to cut it Cut it (whoops), but it, but it, but it But it, but it, but it, but it Them bricks is way too hot, you need to but it Your price is way too high, you need to but it [Verse 1: Young Thug] I need some racks like a shottas I might just go and rob the bread truck I got your b**h in the spotty Make her s** dick ‘til I'm fed up These b**hes they know I don't play with them They know that my n***as will spray on them We lie to these b**hes like rugs We tell ‘em anything to lay with them She come and do it ‘cause I'm not a disgrace She gon' follow me way to the private jet place I'ma keep me a rubber, I can't leave no trace I'ma take off that rubber and bust on her face What you gon' do? I ran up my ring and I pull out the wraith Talk ‘bout that ice Got diamonds on me and they wet like a sink [Hook: O.T. Genasis] Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it Your price is way too high, you need to cut it [Verse 2: Kevin Gates] Gold Rolex and it's presidential Thing I wanted once since elementary I'm just a breadwinner chasing that money Don't bother me back, women follow me Out in Detroit, I need none' but way better I'm special, you better not lie to me I'm ‘bout to rebound on a real I'm in the street pound for a k** I need a sweet house on the hills I'm in the projects in the field Harriet Tubman on the bill Think I need two pills worth of them Way I be talking like need to chill Can I be honest, I cannot pretend Pa** by the clique house, having a garage sale Big cars, big rods, all of ‘em raw as hell Flip phone, call the cell, bounce back off a L Broke wrist, ah yeah, bread winner cartel Big money matter fact, grind tryna get it back I don't go to church, in the booty club, blew a sack God knows it was hard, he was thinking he was giving back In the trap house shooting craps, tryna win it back Cut the plug off, price high, he don't want a cut? I don't need nobody I can get it out the mud [Hook: O.T. Genasis] Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it Your price is way too high, you need to cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it Your price is way too high, you need to cut it