CUTTHROAT Onlybino! (Ft. SSGKobe)
"**CUTTHROAT**" by **Onlybino! (Ft. SSGKobe)**, released in **2021**, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of betrayal, resilience, and the harsh realities of street life. The lyrics convey a sense of defiance and survival amidst challenges. Musically, it features dynamic beats and catchy hooks, reflecting contemporary rap influences. The song resonates with youth culture, emphasizing authenticity and emotional struggles.
[Intro: SSGKobe]
I feel like I'm in space right now, bitch
I feel like I'm in space right now
I feel like I'm in space right now
Where the fuck am I?
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: SSGKobe]
She love how I walk
I think that bitch like my demeanor
I walk in the party, bitch, I got my nina
You say that your pockets green, my pockets greener
I cannot see y'all broke haters like John Cena
I cannot talk to you hoes 'cause you cap a lot
Chop on my side, if you talk down, we wet the block
Your bitch a dirty treesh, she giving neck a lot
I get so many racks, you niggas stress a lot
Serving the 223, feel like a restaurant
I'm smoking musk, not no Elon, no Tesla lot
You niggas pussy, like butters, get pressеd a lot
You bitches broke, for some monеy show flesh a lot
I walk up in the bank, I get my check amount
I drop a single then go watch my bank account
Dirty money, gotta go wash my bank account
Talking to her get her sticky sticky
And my chopper on my side is sticky sticky
Bet my pockets my gun 'cause it's holding fifty
Bitch, I'm pouring that one of that Houston Whitney
Bitch, I feel like I'm Kan 'cause I'm pouring trissy
At the top of the charts, you not fucking with me
I don't really sip lean but I pour the Henny
Sike, I only sip lean, I don't sip just any
I feel like I'm in space right now, bitch
I feel like I'm in space right now
I feel like I'm in space right now
Where the fuck am I?
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: SSGKobe]
She love how I walk
I think that bitch like my demeanor
I walk in the party, bitch, I got my nina
You say that your pockets green, my pockets greener
I cannot see y'all broke haters like John Cena
I cannot talk to you hoes 'cause you cap a lot
Chop on my side, if you talk down, we wet the block
Your bitch a dirty treesh, she giving neck a lot
I get so many racks, you niggas stress a lot
Serving the 223, feel like a restaurant
I'm smoking musk, not no Elon, no Tesla lot
You niggas pussy, like butters, get pressеd a lot
You bitches broke, for some monеy show flesh a lot
I walk up in the bank, I get my check amount
I drop a single then go watch my bank account
Dirty money, gotta go wash my bank account
Talking to her get her sticky sticky
And my chopper on my side is sticky sticky
Bet my pockets my gun 'cause it's holding fifty
Bitch, I'm pouring that one of that Houston Whitney
Bitch, I feel like I'm Kan 'cause I'm pouring trissy
At the top of the charts, you not fucking with me
I don't really sip lean but I pour the Henny
Sike, I only sip lean, I don't sip just any
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