[Intro: Kuttem Reese]
Ayy, ayy
Look, we ain't getting on no live, nigga
We ain't sending out no threats, nigga, look
Who the fuck is KuttemReese?
Who the fuck is that? (Who is that?)
Mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm
I'm finna show you right here
I'm finna show you right here
Look
[Verse 1: Kuttem Reese]
We ain't sending out no texts, nigga (No we not)
We ain't getting on no live talking 'bout beef and sending out threats, nigga (Shh)
All yo' niggas crashin', follow the blind and you crash next, nigga (Okay)
Baby Joker gone, that Ace of Spades come out his debt, nigga (Ayy)
Every time I come, I come direct, nigga, get your aim right
He let out sixty-two shots, in five attempts, must ain't aim right?
I wasn’t even dead, you missed your target and I was in plain sight
Plain car, everybody get laced up and get them things right (Come on, come on)
Fuck the red and blue lights, we still gon' slide, we doing it the same night (Right now, right now)
I just got the drop, yeah, after this light, just make the same right (Bro, c'mon)
Stretcher gang, she must say I'll scrap, know she a dead dyke
You sent your stepper and guess what happened? That nigga lost his damn life
I got 'em hot, I know he mad I got 'em out his element
He IG Live talkin' paperwork, but he ain't got no evidence (Cop, cop)
How the fuck I'ma rapper and be KuttEm Reese if I'm supposed to be on that telling shit?
I would've caught a flight and went with 6ix9ine if I was on that federal shit (Stupid)
Y'all ain't really care about y'all nigga
Y'all just made him shirts
Like the other side, them boys ain't never slide, I know they family hurt (Damn)
I'm runnin with them Z's, but you know me, I grew up in church
This for that nigga screamin', "Pressure" 'til he in the dirt
For that nigga screamin', "Pressure" 'til he in the dirt
Rah-rah, CKN, bitch
Ayy, ayy
Look, we ain't getting on no live, nigga
We ain't sending out no threats, nigga, look
Who the fuck is KuttemReese?
Who the fuck is that? (Who is that?)
Mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm
I'm finna show you right here
I'm finna show you right here
Look
[Verse 1: Kuttem Reese]
We ain't sending out no texts, nigga (No we not)
We ain't getting on no live talking 'bout beef and sending out threats, nigga (Shh)
All yo' niggas crashin', follow the blind and you crash next, nigga (Okay)
Baby Joker gone, that Ace of Spades come out his debt, nigga (Ayy)
Every time I come, I come direct, nigga, get your aim right
He let out sixty-two shots, in five attempts, must ain't aim right?
I wasn’t even dead, you missed your target and I was in plain sight
Plain car, everybody get laced up and get them things right (Come on, come on)
Fuck the red and blue lights, we still gon' slide, we doing it the same night (Right now, right now)
I just got the drop, yeah, after this light, just make the same right (Bro, c'mon)
Stretcher gang, she must say I'll scrap, know she a dead dyke
You sent your stepper and guess what happened? That nigga lost his damn life
I got 'em hot, I know he mad I got 'em out his element
He IG Live talkin' paperwork, but he ain't got no evidence (Cop, cop)
How the fuck I'ma rapper and be KuttEm Reese if I'm supposed to be on that telling shit?
I would've caught a flight and went with 6ix9ine if I was on that federal shit (Stupid)
Y'all ain't really care about y'all nigga
Y'all just made him shirts
Like the other side, them boys ain't never slide, I know they family hurt (Damn)
I'm runnin with them Z's, but you know me, I grew up in church
This for that nigga screamin', "Pressure" 'til he in the dirt
For that nigga screamin', "Pressure" 'til he in the dirt
Rah-rah, CKN, bitch
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