Songtexte Cut Throat - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Look here, bitch, ayy
I'ma kill your stupid ass and then I'ma murder them too
You heard me?
(Skeeo, you crazy)
You already know how I get down, I'ma do you dirty
(K4 produced it)

I got them baby tens and baby sheeps
Nigga, and if you see somethin', cut clean
And then it come from 3
Pussy talking 'bout that he gon' murder me
How we sprayed the whip and left you
Stretched out in the street (Bitch)
Bitch, I'ma be out that B, know nothin' but keep this shit G
Know that you know I zipped that nasty
Bitch from playin"round with me
I sit back, saw that's who gettin in her mind
She was playin with the slime
Murder weapon tore up they whole section, bitch, go catch it now

Ooh, God, I'm so scarred, I'm tryna send a bitch to your front door
I'm in my backyard, cutting billy goats by the throat, ooh

I heard they tellin' cops on me, no, they can't stop nothin'
I'll have big Junior run down with that chopper
And he pop somethin
You pussy niggas cut from window, I create that hot summer
Fiendin' for blood, murder my medicine, I'm tryna rock somethin
Hang out that window, let that .30 burst
Brrt, I'm out my mind, I'll have them slimes come and
Wet up the church
These hoes been tryna take what I done earned
Huh, you'll get your motherfucking head bust, what you deserve
Before my fame, me and B spinnin' curbs
I got my father on my right and got the devil on my left
I talk to both of 'em through the night like
"Who wanna put somethin' on a shelf all for me?
And I promise for to glorify your name all through the streets"
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Bitch, play with me, I'll leave your mama in the street
I'm Murda Man, ah, ooh, ooh, ooh
This pussy nigga want a song and I just wanna bust his fucking brain
Ah, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
Top, I can't be tamed

That be my time after dark, it's gon' go down 'bout my shark
That nasty bitch a fan of all my opps, get hit with that saw
I'm in a mansion in Los Angeles, I'm pressin' that tar
Bro put five holes inside your head soon as they press up your car
Mama, the reaper got me, they ain't saw what I done saw
Mama, them people on me, they tryna inject my arm
Security, soon as they hit Gravedigger Mountain, ring the alarm
Why the fuck Deja left this mountain, knowin they gon' come?
Them niggas know I ain't scared, you better leave lil' Top dead
Bitch hit me all in my head, heard what the fuck that I said
You in my city bangin' blue, I'm tryna leave your ass red
I'll have Blueblack come work that tool
He say he know where you stay
I keep a gun like I'm Waun or jack your ass like I'm Guss
Bitch, this that fam, I'm screaming, "NBA," it's murder with us
Man, tell them bitches take this off my leg to hit Toys-R-Us
Tryna spend a bundle of my money, fix my bond with my son

I got them baby tens and baby sheeps
Nigga, and if you see somethin', cut clean, and then it come from 3
Pussy talking 'bout that he gon' murder me
How we sprayed the whip and left you
Stretched out in the street (Bitch)
Bitch, I'ma be out that B, know nothin' but keep this shit G
Know that you know I zipped that nasty
Bitch from playin' 'round with me
I sit back, saw that's who gettin' in her mind
She was playin' with the slime
Murder weapon tore up they whole section, bitch, go catch it now
Play with me, I'll leave your mama in the street
I'm Murda Man, ah, ooh, ooh, ooh
This pussy nigga want a song and I just wanna bust his fucking brain
Ah, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, Top, I can't be tamed

Be spending daylight in dark, it's gon' go down by my heart
I said, I'm strictly richly sippin', I don't know shit 'bout no bars
They say K2 make me dangerous, I stopped that shit, it was hard
I'm clearly thinking, I say, leave that nigga dead in his yard
I say, I'm in here with my crazy man, he gon' have them
Hitters slingin' things
All behind his daddy name, bust that nigga fucking brain
She'd give a cutter to Kayden too, tryna play me, I fuck over you
Them bitches wearing my camo, but can't cut up like a soldier do
Remote control that pussy boy, I heard they controlling you
Hit that boy up with a combo, cutter kick like Jimmy Lou
I don't watch the news, who the fuck is you?
I'm having dreams 'bout getting you hit, bitch
I'm gon' murder you, baow
Make that pussy cool, please do it cruel
That rapper started hating on me, he ain't make it through
Your BM, beat that pussy blue, I'd probably sign her too
I ain't trusting not a fucking thing, play, see what I do

Ooh, God, I'm so scarred, I'm tryna send a
Bitch to your front door
I'm in my backyard, cutting billy goats by the throat, ooh
Bitch, play with me, I'll leave mama in the street
I'm Murda Man, ah, ooh, ooh, ooh
This pussy nigga want a song and
I just wanna bust his fucking brain
Ah, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, Top, I can't be tamed

You heard me? Top, I can't be tamed, nigga
(K4 produced it)
I get at shit, man, you heard me?
I've been plucking 'em back to back
Pussy-ass nigga, fuck you
(Skeeo, you crazy)