No Cutt (feat. Lil Baby)

(DrumGod) Baby I like my dope clean, don't put no cut on it (no cut nigga) Like my bitches bad with a butt on her (ass on her) The car came with no miles, I'm the only owner (I just copped this) I'ma have to zip him if he cut some corners (X him out) Pockets full of blues, she got no choice but to choose (nope) Saint Laurent my shoes, she say my demeanor rude (and?) If I hit your wifey, that's gon' cause a family feud (whoa) I come out on top my nigga, I win, I can't lose (no sir) Yup, crab and noodles, I'm eatin' crustaceans (paradise on my vacation) My life real and I can't fake it (my life trill and I ain't do that) Damn, my bitch bad, but she act basic (my bitch bad, but she act stupid) We let off shots, you call a flagrant Who got popped up, don't leave no statement All I heard was he didn't make it (nope) She got me to herself and leaked all your information (no way) So I know what you goin' through, your bank account look vacant (empty) That's like lookin' at a fat bitch when she get naked, ugh Flexin' for the 'Gram, you ain't even got no paper to flex with I ran up a check bitch, now they watchin' me like Netflix (look at me) All my diamonds water, don't get fried, I tote fish sticks (big sticks) Fully loaded SIG, when it spit, it don't miss shit (mushy) I like my dope clean, don't put no cut on it (no cut nigga) Like my bitches bad with a butt on her (ass on her) The car came with no miles, I'm the only owner (I just copped this) I'ma have to zip him if he cut some corners (X him out) Pockets full of blues, she got no choice but to choose (nope) Saint Laurent my shoes, she say my demeanor rude (and?) If I hit your wifey, that's gon' cause a family feud (whoa) I come out on top my nigga, I win, I can't lose Baby Hellcat, thousand horsepowers, got it geeked up Heard your baby mama play with powder, get her geeked up Heard that they want smoke, but we too loud, they need to speak up 'Nother two hundred every weekend, they can't keep up I was just sittin' in the prison with my phone out Movin' like a boss, send a hit, get him dome called Now I'm on the streets gettin' money, it's the same thing Everywhere I go, don't matter the city, I let my chain hang Post your life savings on your page, nigga you a dub Magic City Monday, nigga trippin', probably threw a dub Could've hit your bitch, but I didn't nigga, you a scrub I be sippin' red by the pint, but I fuck with cuz I like my dope clean, don't put no cut on it (no cut nigga) Like my bitches bad with a butt on her (ass on her) The car came with no miles, I'm the only owner (I just copped this) I'ma have to zip him if he cut some corners (X him out) Pockets full of blues, she got no choice but to choose (nope) Saint Laurent my shoes, she say my demeanor rude (and?) If I hit your wifey, that's gon' cause a family feud (whoa) I come out on top my nigga, I win, I can't lose (no sir) BGE the logo, we got choppers like Sacario They just caught you loafing at the Krogers, now you gotta go FaceTime me like it's a match, don't hit me back You play with the gang, your shit go splat, just got whacked