Cutthroat – Royce Da 5’9, Schoolboy Q

Lyrics, Letras da Musica

(Verse 1: Royce Da 5’9”:

All my niggas with me cut throat
All we do is roll around the city like we own it we don’t go to fucking clubs though
All we do is post up in the front when the club (?: it’s like what up though
Uh, only nigga in my city rolling ‘round in a Ferrari on you niggas like what up though (uh)
All my niggas cut throat (uh)
All my niggas cut throat (uh)
Probably ‘bout to take your bitch slap (?: in two
Show up on your block or avenue
I stay ten toes down like Freddy Flinstone show you what that chopper yabba-dabba-do
Product of the flip phone
Never catch me out here without a bottle that’s been sipped on (uh)
I just bought a house and a whip homes
Last year around this time I was in quick loans

(Chorus: Royce Da 5’9”:

I look so good, sound so good
‘Cause I just got my check
I’m about to put on my whole hood when I drop my project (everybody getting)
Drinks on me today we eating good
‘Cause I just got my check

(Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9”:

Then it’s back to being cut throat (uh)
All we do is roll around the city like we own the motherfucker we don’t go to clubs though (uh)
All we do is post up in front when the club (?: it’s like what up though (uh)
Only nigga in the city riding ‘round in Maseratis on you niggas it’s like what up though (uh)
All my niggas cut throat
All my niggas cut throat
Some be drinking some prefer to light the blunts low (ayy)
Only ball game that we interested in the (?: despite the punch bro (yeah)
I got stripes you like to punch low (yeah)
Hip hop is the same old (?:
All you niggas on the chats straight (yeah)
Got writer’s (?:
Lyrically you my light work (whoo)
Light them up they shift (ayy)
Check it out

(Chorus: Royce Da 5’9”:

Don’t I look so good, sound so good
‘Cause I just got my check (hey)
When you see me I’ll always look like I just got my check
(I’ll probably need respect though)

(Verse 3: Schoolboy Q:

I don’t do walk throughs I’m rich
I don’t buy chains I buy cribs (uh)
My rear been poked to pierce yours (uh)
AR shells on airforce (uh)
A ‘rrari or porshe they both (?: (uh)
Tripple digits (?: like it’s the course (uh)
Jumping out that big fucking ball shorts (uh)
Dripping gold like Lonzo (?: (uh)
Just more horses to prove I’m booked (uh)
The top dog nigga don’t woof (uh)
4 8 8 the top (?: (uh)
Your bitch might crash they all look (uh)
(?: (what?)
(?: I’m still the boy (uh)
The only gangbanger can hang with Royce
Come back to the crips I’m still the voice (uh)
You claim you that nigga but getting moist (uh)
4 5 smacked ‘till its empty the 9 holst (?: (uh)
No (?: for my mama she hated noise