KUTTHROAT (PATTY CAKE) (feat. N-Tro)

We don't trust hoes Nah we don't trust hoes Bitches went to f*ck Another Nigga ho that's Kutthroat Yeah that's kut, yeah that's what Yeah that's kutthroat Yeah that's kut, yeah that's what Yeah that's kutthroat Yeah that's kut, yeah that's what Yeah that's kutthroat Yeah that's kut, yeah that's what Yeah that's kutthroat My life is so cinematic I got front row Pussy talking he can have it We can drop lo's Of course I like getting money Got me on deathrow Bitches that delusional We don't trust those Patty cake patty cake Bakers man Fry a nigga head and then We put it in a pan In school I got hella fans Outside I got hella fans Like a phone line we got a plan Always had my own brand Niggas on ig thinking it's cool Posting they self, popping a bean I been feeling real lucky But Ian got no archive celine Fierce like a cat Check my amount I was just balling out With my team Give ha no dick Now she gon pout Yeah I had to flee the scene Ain't no Abdul Jabbar Do the sky hook Call it Kareem He wanted smoke We get it hot, like he in a box Gave him the green Niggas act like we won't play We'll put them out they misery Make sure you got that on tape Bathe like a ape I'm in the trees I got goals and aspirations Now the people watching Lethal shooter from the middle Call me Goran Dragic Shorty small just like a dwarf Ian talking hobbit Put him back up in his place If that boy out of pocket If he outta pocket Get that nigga gone I just faced two blunts It got me in my zone Niggas talking crazy I bet he won't make it home Bitch I'm all about my cheese But ian talking provolone Bitch it's walk down gang Ain't no drive by Bullets come in different colors Like sum tie dye Hit his ass like Ricky Ain't no missing Shit went fah fah Glock nineteen grant wishes Make you disappear like wala Bitch I'm out my body geekin Ho beside me and she eatin Glock nineteen I get to squeezin Control alt bitch I delete him Pretty bitch she broke my meter Bad as f*ck but she a eater Attitude bitch stuck on diva Blowing gas ain't no sativa Blowing za, and it's by the pound MMSN Gang quick to Walk you down You like talking shit Behind my back But you ain't on that When I come around Ian running from no nigga Roll him inna swisher If he stepping out of bounds Niggas ain't even like me then So know damn well They don't like me nowww Patty cake Patty cake Bakers man (bitch) Patty cake Patty cake Bakers man (bitch) Patty cake Patty cake Bakers man (bitch) Patty cake Patty cake Bakers man Patty cake Patty cake Bakers man (bitch) Patty cake Patty cake Bakers man Patty cake Patty cake Bakers man (bitch) Patty cake Patty cake Bakers man Kai, N-Tro Kai, bitch