Kuttin’ Up Destroy Lonely

[Intro]
(Seventeen)
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I can't hold a bitch up, when I move with the ho, can't take a picture
Yes, I'm real young nigga, hit your sister
And I made a whole lotta money this year, dawg
I was down bad, now I'm finna get up
Spendin' me a whole lotta money, can't be pissed off
I'm out the way, I'm by myself, I got them pissed off, yeah
I'm a real rockstar, I need a guitar
And she a real gangsta bitch, I'm like, "That bitch hard"
I mastered my own swag, found myself
I can't fuck with no ho that don't care about herself
No I dont give a fuck, do this shit by myself
When I ain't have no one, all I had was myself
It's just me and my bestfriend smoking it up
See these fucked niggas down bad, they needed help
I'ma cut that ho up and then throw her in the air
And this hoes cuttin' up and I'm not playin' fair

[Verse]
No, no I'm not
My boy he one man but he got him three Glocks
No I don't need no change and receipts when I shop
Just put the whole thing down, bitch I spend me a lot
Exotic my weed, bitch I'm smokin' on tropical
Yes, it's Prada my feet, [?]
Yes, my boy is havin' 12, and it's what we was knockin'
And you gotta watch out how you move when the niggas be watchin'