I feel like I was born to go viral
My dream is to be little kid's idol
White boy plug, not Kyle
Diamonds on me sick, where's my NyQuil
My shooter's a baller, he gonna shoot
Mike Tyson, I will knock out your tooth
Me and my bitch, that's two
I apologize if that was your boo
I'm so sick like I got the flu
Big bills on me, all of them blue
When the opps here, I got no clue
Making a hit, right in the Stu
When I get the check, I share with my boys
She play with my ice, she call it her toys
We always lit, we making some noise
I'm payed with the bills, you played with the coins
Big checks, I feel like I'm Bill Gates
V.I.P ion wait at the gate
If I shoot my bullet gonna penetrate
Get you erased 1,2,3 eliminate
Eliminate
I got the juice nigga, lemonade
I'm swimming, I feel like a mermaid
Slide on your block with a grenade
Fame over night nigga, Minute Maid (look)
Got fame over over night nigga Minute Maid (look)
On time with the guys nigga never late (look)
The Glock by my side with a beam on it (look)
I keep a Glock cuz you niggas really be punks
You walk around thinking you tough
Pull up on me, you a dummy
Your mans will be sent to the sky, bullet holes, oh my god
I am going crazy in the Stu
Spitting fire in the booth
Then and calling up my boo, she laying back in a coop
She a dime and she jacking my style
Simple nigga but I'm one of a kind
Freshest nigga on the block
I fought my way up to the top
Working hard am on the clock
What's the time? Check the the clock
The block is hot, f*ck the cops
I'm pulling up with the strap, spray the block
F*ck the cops
My time is now, where is the crown
Bow down when you come to my town
Bitch nigga you ain't really bout shit
Talking that shit and you get hit
The blicky on me and I'm ready to hit
It's shooter gang and ready to hit (look)
Shooter gang really be shooting shit
They acting like niggas is new to this
I done went a long way
Working hard, no f*cking breaks
And I got 40 tucked in my pants
F*ck with family then I'll go get my mask
F*ck with family then I'll go get my mask
Cutthroat (feat. Riff') Video (MV)
Performed By: Hollmes$ & Marcxs
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Cherif Dicko, Primo Fogam
Hollmes$ & Marcxs - Cutthroat (feat. Riff') Lyrics
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I feel like I was born to go viral
My dream is to be little kid's idol
White boy plug, not Kyle
Diamonds on me sick, where's my NyQuil
My shooter's a baller, he gonna shoot
Mike Tyson, I will knock out your tooth
Me and my bitch, that's two
I apologize if that was your boo
I'm so sick like I got the flu
Big bills on me, all of them blue
When the opps here, I got no clue
Making a hit, right in the Stu
When I get the check, I share with my boys
She play with my ice, she call it her toys
We always lit, we making some noise
I'm payed with the bills, you played with the coins
Big checks, I feel like I'm Bill Gates
V.I.P ion wait at the gate
If I shoot my bullet gonna penetrate
Get you erased 1,2,3 eliminate
Eliminate
I got the juice nigga, lemonade
I'm swimming, I feel like a mermaid
Slide on your block with a grenade
Fame over night nigga, Minute Maid (look)
Got fame over over night nigga Minute Maid (look)
On time with the guys nigga never late (look)
The Glock by my side with a beam on it (look)
I keep a Glock cuz you niggas really be punks
You walk around thinking you tough
Pull up on me, you a dummy
Your mans will be sent to the sky, bullet holes, oh my god
I am going crazy in the Stu
Spitting fire in the booth
Then and calling up my boo, she laying back in a coop
She a dime and she jacking my style
Simple nigga but I'm one of a kind
Freshest nigga on the block
I fought my way up to the top
Working hard am on the clock
What's the time? Check the the clock
The block is hot, f*ck the cops
I'm pulling up with the strap, spray the block
F*ck the cops
My time is now, where is the crown
Bow down when you come to my town
Bitch nigga you ain't really bout shit
Talking that shit and you get hit
The blicky on me and I'm ready to hit
It's shooter gang and ready to hit (look)
Shooter gang really be shooting shit
They acting like niggas is new to this
I done went a long way
Working hard, no f*cking breaks
And I got 40 tucked in my pants
F*ck with family then I'll go get my mask
F*ck with family then I'll go get my mask
My dream is to be little kid's idol
White boy plug, not Kyle
Diamonds on me sick, where's my NyQuil
My shooter's a baller, he gonna shoot
Mike Tyson, I will knock out your tooth
Me and my bitch, that's two
I apologize if that was your boo
I'm so sick like I got the flu
Big bills on me, all of them blue
When the opps here, I got no clue
Making a hit, right in the Stu
When I get the check, I share with my boys
She play with my ice, she call it her toys
We always lit, we making some noise
I'm payed with the bills, you played with the coins
Big checks, I feel like I'm Bill Gates
V.I.P ion wait at the gate
If I shoot my bullet gonna penetrate
Get you erased 1,2,3 eliminate
Eliminate
I got the juice nigga, lemonade
I'm swimming, I feel like a mermaid
Slide on your block with a grenade
Fame over night nigga, Minute Maid (look)
Got fame over over night nigga Minute Maid (look)
On time with the guys nigga never late (look)
The Glock by my side with a beam on it (look)
I keep a Glock cuz you niggas really be punks
You walk around thinking you tough
Pull up on me, you a dummy
Your mans will be sent to the sky, bullet holes, oh my god
I am going crazy in the Stu
Spitting fire in the booth
Then and calling up my boo, she laying back in a coop
She a dime and she jacking my style
Simple nigga but I'm one of a kind
Freshest nigga on the block
I fought my way up to the top
Working hard am on the clock
What's the time? Check the the clock
The block is hot, f*ck the cops
I'm pulling up with the strap, spray the block
F*ck the cops
My time is now, where is the crown
Bow down when you come to my town
Bitch nigga you ain't really bout shit
Talking that shit and you get hit
The blicky on me and I'm ready to hit
It's shooter gang and ready to hit (look)
Shooter gang really be shooting shit
They acting like niggas is new to this
I done went a long way
Working hard, no f*cking breaks
And I got 40 tucked in my pants
F*ck with family then I'll go get my mask
F*ck with family then I'll go get my mask
Writer: Cherif Dicko, Primo Fogam
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid