Plies - Cutters lyrics

[Verse 1:] Y'all n***as is some peep squeaks, pewees Little league JV We ball, B ball Your small ball, T-ball Pissy yellow j**elry, p**y don't piss me off Severe n***a head off, cut n***a feet off I'm wrote on like a dictionary when I take my shirt off Down with the A-Team, Mr-T and Murdock I'm the owner and star player n***a don't make me pull a hole out I'm the MVP in new Lebron's, Zaytoven bring the Mo out One championship pinky ring and this fire here won't go out Grab my shotgun, all you hoods pink You think I'm doing it to get out Run with my little bad b**h in my Bentley whip my dick out R.I.P. to double D but try Gucci, I'll pull the stick out [Hook:] 2 AK's, that's a hundred shots (cutters cutters) Cinnamon roll drums, they shoot honey buns (cutters cutters) My AR – it got monkey nuts (cutters cutters) Man 4-5 – that's her Berkin clutch (cutters cutters) Man this Mack-90 could flip a truck (cutters cutters) Five crystal fingers and they blow you up (cutters cutters) We gonna be OG's when we's growing up (cutters cutters) Now them OG's ain't even tough as us (cutters cutters) [Verse 2: Plies] I'm f**ing R&B hoes n***a the rest of these year And I ain't wrong none of them ho cause ain't none of them sh** It ain't a n***a I ain't done shot at n***a that ain't hit It ain't a n***a that done lived to say took my sh** I'm tired of the motherf**ers asking, "Why I ain't at the awards" Cause I ain't trying to be around that many pussies at once Plus they searching at the door which means that I ain't gone If I can't get in with the Glock homie, then I ain't showing Guwop hit me and he told me that he need me on a song I told him if he putting a f** n***a on it don't send me the song Everybody claim real 'til the weapons in drawn And when them cutters come out, that when the b**h go to showing [Hook:] 2 AK's, that's a hundred shots (cutters cutters) Cinnamon roll drums, they shoot honey buns (cutters cutters) My AR – it got monkey nuts (cutters cutters) Man 4-5 – that's her Berkin clutch (cutters cutters) Man this mack-90 could flip a truck (cutters cutters) Five crystal fingers and they blow you up (cutters cutters) We wanted to be OG's when we's growing up (cutters cutters) Now them OG's ain't even tough as us (cutters cutters)