Is it Sleep Dank?
Cutthoat Committee
Real sh**ty, nothing pretty
Is it Sleep Dank?
I'm in a tight seven tre
Four fifty four, four door, mob shot Chevrolet
Got four fifteen, Lanzars
Hitting so damn hard that I'm setting off alarms
Got a fat backwood, car tacked out
Fat four four that'll blow a n***as back out
Squatted real low, dank wood k**ing me
AC chilling me, but yall ain't feeling me
A Cutthoat pimp, tripping and flashing
Dipping and dashing, I'm sick when I'm smashing
M-A-C, Dre b**h
Pay b**h if you really want to stay b**h
I bring fire, retire
Wannabe k**as
Can't f*ck with, now who you be, I be that n***a
Steady ready to snatch it ticket wicked with a fashion
Tough as Tinactin, that bend tricks with a fastness
Dipping and dashing, four door Chevy smashing
Representing that raw sh**, to your jaw sh**
We be flawless, putting paper over all this
But yall just, n***as up in the way up on some garbage
That jargon, that make a n***a empty every cartridge
Walking target, make you park it where you start it
I'm hocking a loogie, its Dubee, I'm telling you
PSD, Sleep and Dre and this n***a bout revenue
TALK BIG sh*t
Big sh** talking n***as is off in the building
TALK BIG sh*t
Exo, cognac, privilege hennesey spilling, we living
TALK BIG sh*t
All on a hoe, yall ought to know
TALK BIG sh*t
At the mall or the store, your broad spending doe
See basically hoe, we hyper spaced out
Play for the doe but stop hating me hoe
Squat up on a one tre zero zero Honda model
No helmet on riding one time
Shining and glistening, hoes eyeing and listening
Judge dying and sentencing, girls smile when they mentioning
Two hundred dollars worth of smell
They slipping him
Quarters zippers on my
If its twelve I'm hitting him
Long or
Green weed stall my lids and a Cutthoat is all I'm is
Me and my n***as hollering what hoe, we all on a b**h
s** a dick if you can't f*ck hoe, swallow the kids
Check the formats, lay s**as down like floor mats
Those who approach get pulled like stagecoaches, we floor cats
Turned up with no blood lets make it official
These squares play the front
We in the back highly sparked off scud missiles
Sip on fosters slowly, hoes drop they panties just to know me
And show me, when the five hundred post, b**hes kick it like shinobi
Plenty f*ck trophies; I rock a b**h like a rollie
Give her two dubs n***a tell her bring me back 40
Scum of the slum, call the b**h names
Separate the busters from the thugs, floss it in there face
But would I paper chase, these n***as grab the nickel plate
And X the faith, on any sorry b**h who want to play