Cut Throat Dont Trust Us & Bravo the Bagchaser (Ft. Fenix Flexin, MoneySign Suede & Peysoh)

[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
I'm really cut throat
My niggas cut dope
I said bend it over for me, we gon' fuck more
She can't take the dick, finna fuck slow
Put my pistol on the dresser, I don't trust hoes
I done made like 60,000 off of one show
Niggas took it to the neck, rocking gunsmoke
Should've stayed quiet
On my side, the egle, boy, I ain't hiding
Hopping out that big body, like I'm Joe Biden
Boyfriend caught her cheating, now the ho crying
Me and Bravo getting money, we don't promote vilance
She could never be my bitch, but the ho trying
Hella slimey, Chuck E. Cheese, I got that pole by me
I'm outside every day, nigga, come find me
I done ran me up a bag, this shit crazy
I ain't even fucking with her, but she pay me
Nigga

[Verse 2: Bravo the Bagchaser]
I ain't switch on you, you switched on me
Remember sliding through the hood on E
I chase a bag all week, if it ain't money, don't disturb my peace
I dropped 20,000 on my piece
So I can't deal with you, everybody ain't gon' be real with you
I'ma keep it real, tell myself
I got your faith right behind my belt
Don't try meet it
Live a fast life, damn, I gotta check the meter
Count a hundred in a wife beater
I ain't bullshitting
If I'm in the building, then my tool in it
I got a lil bad bitch, she so rude with it
And the pussy so good, I might shoot in it
And the crib so big, I got room in it
I got room in it
And the pussy so good, I might shoot in it
The crib so big, I got room in it