CUTTING TIES Lyrics

I got one bitch, two bitch

Keep a third, in case I cut some ties

This a fucking anthem

This for all the folks outside

Hit that left, right, front it

Then you hit that slide

Hit this function, dip then dunk it

She tryna ride

Gucci watch on my wrist

That shit was cold as ice

Make sure my rhymes sealed up

And delivered on time

Bars heating up, turn up the heat

I said turn up the fire

Talking's too cheap for me

I just wanna fucking fight

They said that I needed therapy

I told em, "No, I just need some Amiri jeans"

They said that I needed someone to marry me

Told em I just wanna fuck in an AirBnb

My strap go Boom Boom Pow like it's name is Will.I.Am

Copyrighted ass instrumental for Sippin' Red

I don't give a damn

They said that I needed therapy

I told em trauma is part of my family tree

Me and my homeboy was talking and he asked, "what's your type?"

I said "Well, it varies from bitch to bitch"

When I'm in my hot zone, you know it's swish

You gotta leave her with something to remember you by

Gotta tap so hard, she got a broken hip

Said I burned 5 thousand Cal on my Fit Bit

But I was fucking her, and I barely fit

But like Thomas the Train I'm railing, yuh

BENNEY going full scale, I'm scaling up

Eat the pussy like captain crunch

Eat it two times, breakfast and lunch

Eat it a third and I'm ready to bust

I got, I got, I got

I got one snitch, two snitch

They can't rat if you cut out their eyes

Can't see through all this blood

But I can see through all your lies

Problems coming back from the past

So now it is run or die

May all the bridges I burn lead the way to self-sacrifice

I'm rich, I'm tired

Like an egg, I'm fried

Got way more swag than money could buy

When I dunk, get way more air than a fly

I could smoke your bitch ass to the sky

And the sun coming down but I ain't tired

So Imma eat your girl's pussy like baclava

She gonna treat me nice, like Imma big ass star

And she ain't far off cuz that shit ain't far