Letra da Música Cut It (Feat. Young Dolph) de O.T. Genasis

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

Run up them bands on the regular
hittin' my plug on the celly, yeah
Tell my ex bitch that I'm sorry, Imma skate off in the 'rari
Keep 36 by my side, Imma go bake me a pie
Keep 45 on my side, fuck with my niggas, you die
All of my niggas say blood, all of my niggas say cuz
Ot, I found me a plug, I got it straight out the mud
Keep it a hundred, no bull, I fell in love with the drugs
Bustin' it down in the tub, pay me my money in dubs
Water whippin', lookin' like I'm fishin'
Baseball in kitchen, with my arm I'm pitchin'
Rolie on, it's glistenin', and my darling, kissin'
Niggas steady trippin' so I'm steady grippin'
Dirty money on me, got a scale up on me
I don't fuck with phony, 'bout to sell a pony
All these niggas on me, all these bitches on me
Say my price is good, motherfucker, show me

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

Went and bought a 911 with my trap money
A million up but still ain't never touch my rap money
I'm out in la fuckin' with that boy ot
Flew to la, got a plug on that og
You know I've been gettin' money if you know me
When I first met my plug, I told him, "I piss a hundred g's"
I ain't comin' to get it unless you got a hundred piece
I don't want it, fuck it, your price, you need to cut it
Your ice, you need to tuck it, she fuck with me, she lucky
A half a million, all 20s in that gucci luggage
Let's skip the small talk, it's time to talk numbers
Young nigga playin' with commas
might go get a lamb for the summer
I've been outchea in these streets all my life hustlin'
My nigga beefin' then I'm beefin', wrong or right I'm bustin'
My traphouse, I love it
Put some forgis on my old school and I had to gut it
But should I put a roof in?

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it