Bout It Kuttem Reese (Ft. Fredo Bang)

[Intro: Kuttem Reese]
Ay, I'm that young nigga coming straight out the hood, on God
Straight out the hood
Straight out the O (Straight out the O?)

[Chorus: Kuttem Reese]
Nigga, you got it, blast it
Okay, I'ma catch you lackin', when I do?
Nigga I'm bound to blast it (On God)
Nigga stop textin', nigga slide (Slide)
Niggas be hurt when they homeboys died
They gon' make shirts, but they never gon' slide
Check the stats, nigga said he did something to Reese?
Nigga who the fuck is that?
Nigga, you got it, blast it
Okay, I'ma catch you lackin', when I do?
Nigga I'm bound to blast it (On God)
Nigga stop textin', nigga slide (Slide)
Niggas be hurt when they homeboys died
They gon' make shirts, but they never gon' slide
Check the stats, nigga said he did something to Reese?
Nigga who the fuck is that?

[Verse 1: Kuttem Reese]
Okay I get it
You just say my name, and I guess the fame come with it
I'ma make you famous, [?] armed and dangerous
He don't even speak my language
Sak pase? Coolant kits on [?] they get too hot when they spray
My shooter gon' make mistakes, they clean it
Money talk that's a different meaning
I fly shots in this bitch, get to squeezin'
Eyes bloodshot red feeling like a demon
Went and brought a 'Cat but it drive like a demon
Two lil' girls, my world, my cement
My dawg a child, Michael Jackson, he beat it one glove
Hundred straps in one club
Back hand don't do dubs (Skrrrt)
Let's skrrt, top in the trunk