I'm just, I'm just ballin' like that nigga Paul, nigga ballin' crisp, y'all
Y'all just give me the ball, don't, don't reach
Lil' nigga don't foul, pow, pow, power that I got, lil' nigga gon' go
Wild, and she so foul, foul, foul, smoke it loud
That nigga is a clown, who the f*ck is he talkin' bout
Spill my cup, I'm pissed off
Talkin' bout a bad lil' bitch, why I look like I'm Rick Ross
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, I'm rich, rich, rich
Tory on the beat, Tory on the beat
Tory on the beat, Tory on the beat
Racks, yeah, I get it
Hot like a skillet
She been on my body, she been caught up in her feelings
Bag, yeah, I flip it
Stackin' up my digits
Why these niggas talkin'? Cause his ass have never been it
Yes, I been that nigga
Finger on that trigger
Bet that boy don't run up, he get smoked like a spliffa
Everybody switch up
When you at the top, and all these bitches pop shit
All my niggas drop shit
Yeah, my shawty cutthroat
She the one, though
None of these niggas want smoke
I can't front, though
I be chillin' in the back, smokin' Blunt's Roll
All my niggas in the pack, at your front door
Yeah, my shawty cutthroat
She the one, though
None of these niggas want smoke
I can't front though
I be chillin' in the back, smokin' Blunt's Roll
All my niggas in the pack, at your front door
I'm just, I'm just ballin' like that nigga Paul
Nigga ballin' like Chris Paul
Yeah, just give me the ball
Don't, don't reach
Lil' nigga don't foul
I wanna, I got lil' nigga gone wild
And she so foul
Smoke it loud
That nigga is a clown
Who the f*ck is he talkin' bout
Spill my cup, I'm pissed off
Talkin' bout a bad lil' bitch
Why I look like I'm Rick Ross
That lil' bitch, yeah, I'm rich, rich, rich
Yeah, my shawty cutthroat
She the one, though
None of these niggas want smoke
I can't front, though
I be chillin' in the back, smokin' Blunt's Roll
All my niggas in the pack, at your front, though
Yeah, my shawty cut, though
She the one, though
None of these niggas want smoke
I can't front, though
I be chillin' in the back, smokin' Blunt's Roll
All my niggas in the pack, at your front door
Flossy TMT - Cutthroat (feat. KidKoz) Lyrics
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I'm just, I'm just ballin' like that nigga Paul, nigga ballin' crisp, y'all
Y'all just give me the ball, don't, don't reach
Lil' nigga don't foul, pow, pow, power that I got, lil' nigga gon' go
Wild, and she so foul, foul, foul, smoke it loud
That nigga is a clown, who the f*ck is he talkin' bout
Spill my cup, I'm pissed off
Talkin' bout a bad lil' bitch, why I look like I'm Rick Ross
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, I'm rich, rich, rich
Tory on the beat, Tory on the beat
Tory on the beat, Tory on the beat
Racks, yeah, I get it
Hot like a skillet
She been on my body, she been caught up in her feelings
Bag, yeah, I flip it
Stackin' up my digits
Why these niggas talkin'? Cause his ass have never been it
Yes, I been that nigga
Finger on that trigger
Bet that boy don't run up, he get smoked like a spliffa
Everybody switch up
When you at the top, and all these bitches pop shit
All my niggas drop shit
Yeah, my shawty cutthroat
She the one, though
None of these niggas want smoke
I can't front, though
I be chillin' in the back, smokin' Blunt's Roll
All my niggas in the pack, at your front door
Yeah, my shawty cutthroat
She the one, though
None of these niggas want smoke
I can't front though
I be chillin' in the back, smokin' Blunt's Roll
All my niggas in the pack, at your front door
I'm just, I'm just ballin' like that nigga Paul
Nigga ballin' like Chris Paul
Yeah, just give me the ball
Don't, don't reach
Lil' nigga don't foul
I wanna, I got lil' nigga gone wild
And she so foul
Smoke it loud
That nigga is a clown
Who the f*ck is he talkin' bout
Spill my cup, I'm pissed off
Talkin' bout a bad lil' bitch
Why I look like I'm Rick Ross
That lil' bitch, yeah, I'm rich, rich, rich
Yeah, my shawty cutthroat
She the one, though
None of these niggas want smoke
I can't front, though
I be chillin' in the back, smokin' Blunt's Roll
All my niggas in the pack, at your front, though
Yeah, my shawty cut, though
She the one, though
None of these niggas want smoke
I can't front, though
I be chillin' in the back, smokin' Blunt's Roll
All my niggas in the pack, at your front door
Y'all just give me the ball, don't, don't reach
Lil' nigga don't foul, pow, pow, power that I got, lil' nigga gon' go
Wild, and she so foul, foul, foul, smoke it loud
That nigga is a clown, who the f*ck is he talkin' bout
Spill my cup, I'm pissed off
Talkin' bout a bad lil' bitch, why I look like I'm Rick Ross
Bad lil' bitch, yeah, I'm rich, rich, rich
Tory on the beat, Tory on the beat
Tory on the beat, Tory on the beat
Racks, yeah, I get it
Hot like a skillet
She been on my body, she been caught up in her feelings
Bag, yeah, I flip it
Stackin' up my digits
Why these niggas talkin'? Cause his ass have never been it
Yes, I been that nigga
Finger on that trigger
Bet that boy don't run up, he get smoked like a spliffa
Everybody switch up
When you at the top, and all these bitches pop shit
All my niggas drop shit
Yeah, my shawty cutthroat
She the one, though
None of these niggas want smoke
I can't front, though
I be chillin' in the back, smokin' Blunt's Roll
All my niggas in the pack, at your front door
Yeah, my shawty cutthroat
She the one, though
None of these niggas want smoke
I can't front though
I be chillin' in the back, smokin' Blunt's Roll
All my niggas in the pack, at your front door
I'm just, I'm just ballin' like that nigga Paul
Nigga ballin' like Chris Paul
Yeah, just give me the ball
Don't, don't reach
Lil' nigga don't foul
I wanna, I got lil' nigga gone wild
And she so foul
Smoke it loud
That nigga is a clown
Who the f*ck is he talkin' bout
Spill my cup, I'm pissed off
Talkin' bout a bad lil' bitch
Why I look like I'm Rick Ross
That lil' bitch, yeah, I'm rich, rich, rich
Yeah, my shawty cutthroat
She the one, though
None of these niggas want smoke
I can't front, though
I be chillin' in the back, smokin' Blunt's Roll
All my niggas in the pack, at your front, though
Yeah, my shawty cut, though
She the one, though
None of these niggas want smoke
I can't front, though
I be chillin' in the back, smokin' Blunt's Roll
All my niggas in the pack, at your front door
Writer: Darnell Prudent
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid