Songtexte Cut the Net - B. Picasso

Yeah
Boss status when I step up in a building
I'm from MD so I'm balling on 'em Juan Dixon
My haters my sons My haters my children
These Cartier frames enhance my vision
Bad bitch gimme chin gimme chin like Crimson
Ima sprout in her mouth Zack and Cody I'm Dylan
And the Porsche like Wayne cause it came with no ceilings

The way i'm balling on 'em
Ima cut the net 'n take a pic with it
I'm the goat but I'm the farmer
Cause I always keep a chick with me
She don't got no goals hell no
I'm not kicking
Ima shoot my shot and turn away
Cause I'm hitting it
I ain't worried about him
Tell that boy he's missing it
Speed limit say 60
140 I'm risking it
Gabby Doug' with the bag
Get the cash
I'm flipping it
Penthouse 12 cars
In LA I can vision it

Nigga you a bitch
Uh
Corvette Corvette
You a little baby boy
I should call you Yvette
Bad bitch from the Bronx
Make me feel like Offset
I've been dressing real clean
Ralph Lauren vinaigrette
And I'm always 'bout my green
Call me Kevin Garnett
You can mark it as a promise anytime I send a threat
I want a blacked out peanut butter in Maybach
Earrings ice cubes like are we there yet
If you act 50
Ima go ghost like Tommy
She wet she wet super wet like Dasani
It's really hard to choose
Brittany or Imani
And I'm 'bout my paper
Never fold like origami

I'm balling on you little rookie niggas
Stop fouling
Eyes Yao Ming
Me and Worldwide like Siamese
5 blunts later now my eyes look Chinese
I'm a dog but I beat the pussy up have her howling

I look clean
Baby what you mean
I could hold the door open for you
You can leave
I can't name one person in this world that I need
These niggas Colin- Cap take a knee
And he think he better than me
Ima have to disagree
And I feel like Triple H
Hit 'em with a pedigree
I got a cold heart so I told her fall back
Spring
Ima worldwide boy come live out your dreams

We not the same you stayed the same
And I got better
Outside matte black
And the inside leather
Bad Boujie lil dime and she came real yellow
Whatever
You could get up off my cellular
I got dreams fans
Screamin' at Coachella
And my niggas make it rain
I hope you came with umbrella
L-A L-A
Aye
Stepback green 3 with a clean fadeaway

The way I'm balling on 'em
Ima cut the net 'n take a pic with it
I'm the goat but I'm the farmer
Cause I always keep a chick with me
She don't got no goals hell no
I'm not kicking
Ima shoot my shot and turn away
Cause I'm hitting it
I ain't worried about him
Tell that boy he's missing it
Speed limit say 60
140 I'm risking it
Gabby Doug' with the bag
Get the cash
I'm flipping it
Penthouse 12 cars
In LA I can vision it

I look clean
Baby what you mean
I could hold the door open for you
You can leave
I can't name one person in this world that I need
These niggas Colin- Cap take a knee
And he think he better than me
Ima have to disagree
And I feel like Triple H
Hit 'em with a pedigree
I got a cold heart so I told her fall back
Spring
Ima worldwide boy come live out your dreams

Me and Que just went to Space