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BACK IN THE CUT
Wit the bros
Stuck in the club im just trynna get home
She off the what? In her mode
She trynna fuck but can't get me alone
Back in the cut, with the guys
Leavin the club hopin' nobody dies
Smokin on what? Mever mind
I'll leave all that dissin for some other time
Need me freak, whats the word
Fuck makin love all thats shits for the birds
Oh thats ya man
He a nerd, him bein broke
I know get on your nerves
Back in the cuts, in the Valley
Can't go to Jersey i brought it to Cali
Two fingers up, heard em doubt me
Now i got fans and they can't go without me
KSYA, to the grave
Gang full of Mandos bitch this is the way
Don't give a fuck, let em hate
All of that shit they won't say to my face
He finna what? take his chain
He won't do nothin them niggas is lame
Back in the cuts
Wit the gang
Prayin you niggas don't mention my name
I gotta find you
Creep up behind you,
Told you I'd find you
Let me remind you,
You never tried too
Was I on your mind boo
Who is that beside you
Please don't let me find you
I gotta find you
Creep up behind you,
Told you I'd find you
Let me remind you,
You never tried too
Was I on your mind boo
Who is that beside you
Please don't let me find you
We up till the morning
Through the night it got me
Going
We up till the morning
Through the night it got me
Going, going
We up till the morning
Through the night it
Got me going
Triple Digit weather shit is scolding
All y'all Dillion Brooks leave you open
Yawning at you niggas cause I'm sleeping