Cut The Beat On

This nigga broke as hell Somebody give his allowance Only 5’11 but I stand tall Like a giant He a cap rapper I swear to god he be lying Just cut the beat on And I’ma do this shit Without trying I get bread everyday nigga Ain’t no way around it If it cost to breathe Then most of you niggas A be dying If it cost to breathe Then most of you niggas A be dying Track hawk season 200 bitch I’m flying Track hawk season 200 bitch I’m flying Put a switch on a glock This a 40 not a 9 I’ll backdoor the jug If he tweaking about half Real boss ass nigga Boa I never needed a staff Back in high school if my move popped on I’m ditching class It ain’t my fault That I been had the glass It ain’t my fault That yo paperwork ass AA instant 5 that’s a 5 to the head Fell in love with drank Since a shorty I love the taste Hit yo bitch from the back You still give that bitch a taste Damn That shit disgusting Boa that bitch a bop Boa I swear you need a rubber Got tired of Vlone Runtz Now I’m smoking on gushers Draco gone flirt with a nigga Like usher Put a switch on a glock Got it sounding like Busta If you make it out alive Boa I swear to god you lucky This nigga broke as hell Somebody give his allowance Only 5’11 but I stand tall Like a giant He a cap rapper I swear to god he be lying Just cut the beat on And I’ma do this shit Without trying I get bread everyday nigga Ain’t no way around it If it cost to breathe Then most of you niggas A be dying If it cost to breathe Then most of you niggas A be dying Track hawk season 200 bitch I’m flying