Karaoké Cut It O.T. Genasis feat. Young Dolph

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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

Run up them bands on the regular

Hittin' my plug on the cellular

Tell my ex bitch that I'm sorry

Imma skate off in a 'Rari

Keep thirty-six by my side

Imma go bake me a pie

Keep forty-five on my side

Fuck with my niggas you die

All of my niggas say Blood

All of my niggas say Cuh

O.T., I found me a plug

I got it straight out the mud

Keep it a hundred, no budge

I fell in love with the drugs

Bustin' it down in the tub

Pay me my money in dubs

Water whippin'

Lookin' like I'm fishin'

Baseball in kitchen

With my arm I'm pitchin'

Rollie on, it's glistenin' and my darlin' kissin'

Niggas steady trippin' so I'm steady grippin'

Dirty money on me

Got a scale up on me

I don't fuck with phony

'Bout to sell a pony

All these niggas on me

All these bitches on me

Say my price is good

Motherfucker show me

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

Went and bought a nine-eleven with my trap money

A million up but still ain't never touch my rap money

I'm out in L.A. fuckin' with that boy O.T.

Flew to L.A., got a plug on that OG

You know I've been gettin' money if you know me

When I first met my plug I told him

I piss a hundred G's

I ain't comin' to get it unless you got a hundred P's

I don't want it, fuck it

Your price you need to cut it

Your ice you need to tuck it

She fuck with me she lucky

A half a million all twenties in that Gucci luggage

Let's skip the small talk

It's time to talk numbers

Young nigga playin' with commas

Might go get a Lamb for the summer

I've been out here in these streets all my life hustlin'

My nigga beefin' then I'm beefin'

Wrong or right I'm bustin'

My traphouse I love it

Put some Forgis on my old-school and I had to gut it

But should I put a roof in

Cut it, cut it

Cut it, cut it

Ah ha ha

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