lirik lagu teccmeta - kuttin up
[chorus]
all of these hoes keep hittin’ my phone, don’t know what to do (what’s up?)
yeah, i’ll hit you back later, i told her, “i’m locked in, i’m in the stu'”
i’m in the booth, tryna run up all these blues
tryna geek up and get high as the moon
i show my gun to you, i’m finna shoot
my shooter do magic, make you poof
we really get money, i got proof
if i catch you outside, n~gga, then you done
f~ck all these n~ggas, they showin’ fake love, love, love, love (okay)
yeah, walk in the party, i’m turnt, i’m cookin’ up, up (for sure)
yeah, not talkin’ ’bout a ten, i’m sippin’ dirty soda (no bap)
yeah, my b~tch just brought [?], she keep me poured up
i nevеr downloaded tinder ’cause i got hoеs, yeah
i’m smokin’ gas, can’t remember, can’t remember, no, yeah
[verse]
yeah, yeah~yeah, rick owen boots, ooh~ooh (yeah)
you a thotty baby, i can’t f~ck with you, ooh
you get no money, n~gga, then we can’t be cool, ooh~ooh
droppin’ my top for the summer, bad b~tch in my cou~ou~oupe
expensive eating, now she wanna go to n0bu, woo~woo
rich livin’, ah, i wake up to a f~ckin’ mimosa
she cool, she vibe, but she know that i can’t never post her
tell her that she mine, and i put no one ever above her (uh~uh)
this new~gen america, i had to tell donald glover
this b~tch a freak, i wish i seen what she do undercovers (ugh)
she blowin’ d~ck bubbles
i got my bl!ck, trouble
b~tch, i’m not subtle (yeah)
i pop my sh~t, take photo (for sure)
my brand new whip a stolo (shh)
lil’ tecc’ can’t never fall off
i been sippin’ muddy, yo, don’t pass me no bottle
yeah, this a d~ck appointment, baby, don’t you call off
and don’t say you love me, quick way to get my d~ck soft
yeah, i pop at all these opp n~ggas, yeah, i gotta get my rocks off
yeah, i drop my nuts on n~ggas, ’cause i know all i do is ball
we can’t be seen outdoors, girl, i can’t take pics at the mall
she askin’, “could you be mine?”, and i just keep shruggin’ her off
[chorus]
all of these hoes keep hittin’ my phone, don’t know what to do (what’s up?)
yeah, i’ll hit you back later, i told her, “i’m locked in, i’m in the stu'”
i’m in the booth, tryna run up all these blues
tryna geek up and get high as the moon
i show my gun to you, i’m finna shoot
my shooter do magic, make you poof
we really get money, i got proof
if i catch you outside, n~gga, then you done
f~ck all these n~ggas, they showin’ fake love, love, love, love (okay)
yeah, walk in the party, i’m turnt, i’m cookin’ up, up (for sure)
yeah, not talkin’ ’bout a ten, i’m sippin’ dirty soda (no bap)
yeah, my b~tch just brought [?], she keep me poured up
i never downloaded tinder ’cause i got hoes, yeah
i’m smokin’ gas, can’t remember, can’t remember, no, yeah
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