That’s Kutt Calhoun Kutt Calhoun (Ft. Jerita Streater)

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
Ah, just bit the block with two smokers
Gettin' flagged down, I'm turnin' around and pulls over
Got a clear view before I hops out with them two soakers
It's my Deuce niggas hollerin' out "this fool's yolkin"
Double S Impala, you wobblin' like a penguin
Candy black with cherry red lines, this here a mean one
Checkerboard coloured interior
Black with the red suede seat cushion cover material
Super sport edition, 350 LT1 engine
'96 and that's the last of it's class, makes it a classic
Posi in the back for the traction makes it a fast
Madagascar built for the action got 'em askin' if

[Chorus: Kutt Calhoun & Jerita Streater]
That's Kutt Calhoun, in the Chevy
That's Kutt Calhoun, strapped and ready
That's Kutt Calhoun, gettin' money
That's Kutt Calhoun, they call him Bloody

[Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun]
Since we in the great depression
I'm slangin' in a recession
Bills all over a niggas heels
Got me stressin
Got me on the corner like high heels and dresses
As the pills, yayo, and the water patient connection
Served a nigga just in the alleyway he was guessin'
If I was the same nigga he heard rappin' with Tech an'
I told him "if you don't move yo feet, well then a playa don't eat"
He said "I heard that nigga" with much respect
And no sooner than he left I'm confronted with some detectives
On what I knew, who's who and what like I'mma confess to Po's
Hopped into the Chevy, I'm ready they had to let me go
Without a warrant I'll be the last nigga to let 'em know