Текст песни
Death has come to your little town, Sheriff
You can either ignore it, or you can help me to stop it
Everybody for sale
Cutthroat, cutthroat, cutthroat, cutthroat
Cutthroat, cutthroat, cutthroat
I told my bitch to flick the big end just to light up the blunt
I wake up like there's no tomorrow, so I do what I want
I smoke and run sup in the coupe, I kick her out like a punt
I told her quit all the frontin', we bond that big no more stunnin'
She said she love the man, well, I'm the man with the plan
That Honda photo sedan, gon' make her run to me, man
'Cause we got chargers and them demons, it's the cutthroat, the clan
Pull up Mercedes van, take your bitch, she a fan
I'm a reaper, I'm a sweeper, got your blood on my speakers
Mixed Amina and the Beamer, spurt the lean on my sneakers
She a keeper, lil' eater, she got my dick right between her
Pull up two-seater, I'm cashing out at the dealers
My stick is cocked and loaded, pistol gripping this toady
This shit is my motive, the pussy pinked and it's golden
AP, AP on my wrist, I look at time and it's frozen
I picked them chains up on her neck, and now she feel like she chosen
She said, "Can I hit the wood?" I said, "Bitch, no way"
You was driving tough up in the spot the other day
Go and get your heavy, what's that goddamn plate?
Hitting with the fighting devil, man, her ass straight
'Cause I don't want the drama, I just wanna get paid
Acting to the stains while I smoke a damn jade
Hitting with the kush by the P on display
Used to have a little friend, now we at the buffet
I'm smoking top shelf shit from the bay
She don't wanna play, but she for the street, looking like a straight
Asking for a feature every day, but I'ma say I'm good on straight
'Cause I ain't want it anyway
I was feeling good, but now I'm great
She go with the teriyaki steak, niggas looking at the plate
Get up, get some money 'cause it late
You smoking wine, blood, three heads hot, bitch I'm facing A