[Produced by Will-A-Fool]
[Intro: K Camp]
It ain't nothin' to cut that b**h off
It ain't nothin' to cut that b**h off
So what you sayin', ho? You know I'm the man, ho
Nothin', but a bird, I'ma leave you where you stand, ho
Heard you got a man ho, hope he understand though
You ain't nothin' but a creeper baby, I'm just sayin', though
It ain't nothin' to cut that b**h off
It ain't nothin' to cut that b**h off
[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
I had a super bad chick, she kept runnin' her mouth
Kept talkin' all b**h, so I cut that b**h off
Fire, ho, these hoes know I'm the man when I walk through
Alex just paid me 80 grand for a walkthrough
30 chains on, Boosie keep these hoes lookin'
I could have the whole strip club, so I don't need your p**y
My exes talkin' 'bout when I was young and moved that dope
They ain't got me no more, you a woulda coulda shoulda a** ho
I'm so hot, so hot, you know, since I've been home they call me hot sauce
Straight goon, it ain't nothin' to get you knocked off
Foreign with the top off, runnin' since I got out
I can't get that fire head, I'ma cut your a** off
Period, you say I ain't the man then you're delirious
"Boosie you just gon' cut me off?" I told you I was serious
Told you take the shot, girl, so you can't have no period
But you ain't listen, it's consequences
[Hook: K Camp]
It ain't nothin' to cut that b**h off
It ain't nothin' to cut that b**h off
So what you sayin', ho? You know I'm the man, ho
So what you sayin', ho? You know I'm the man, ho
[Verse 2: YG]
b**h I'm from West Side, Tree Top Bompton
You ain't sh**, actin' like you faithful but you're everybody's b**h
Everybody done hit, everybody did somethin'
Your a** bu*t naked, that's why I cut you off
I know the situation, I don't need no explanations
Lyin' to me like I was slow, b**h this ain't The Matrix
I got the naked pictures, yeah the ones you sent to everybody
You was hoin' so much, a n***a couldn't care about you
[Verse 3: K Camp]
You thought I was playin' when I cut that b**h off
I'm just tryna get inside that hole like you're golf
Oh that girl too nasty, she gon' s** it 'til it's soft
Runnin' 'round with balls, woulda thought this was lacrosse
You can't tell me ain't the hottest in your city, that I know
I see these n***as hatin' but they love it on the low
Every city that I hit, them b**hes, they're in the front row
I asked myself "Why he mad", but I found out that's his ho, that I know
[Hook: K Camp]
[Outro: Too $hort]
Real playas represent
Yeah mane, you know, it's like that sometimes
Look
It's over, yeah it's nothin' to me
I f**ed with you, and you f**ed it all
So it's over, b**h