M$la - Cut The Beat On

This nigga broke as hell
Somebody give his allowance
Only 5’11 but I stand tall
Like a giant
He a cap rapper
I swear to god he be lying
Just cut the beat on
And I’ma do this shit
Without trying
I get bread everyday nigga
Ain’t no way around it
If it cost to breathe
Then most of you niggas
A be dying
If it cost to breathe
Then most of you niggas
A be dying
Track hawk season
200 bitch I’m flying
Track hawk season
200 bitch I’m flying
Put a switch on a glock
This a 40 not a 9
I’ll backdoor the jug
If he tweaking about half
Real boss ass nigga
Boa I never needed a staff
Back in high school if my move popped on
I’m ditching class
It ain’t my fault
That I been had the glass
It ain’t my fault
That yo paperwork ass
AA instant 5
that’s a 5 to the head
Fell in love with drank
Since a shorty I love the taste
Hit yo bitch from the back
You still give that bitch a taste
Damn
That shit disgusting
Boa that bitch a bop
Boa I swear you need a rubber
Got tired of Vlone Runtz
Now I’m smoking on gushers
Draco gone flirt with a nigga
Like usher
Put a switch on a glock
Got it sounding like Busta
If you make it out alive
Boa I swear to god you lucky
This nigga broke as hell
Somebody give his allowance
Only 5’11 but I stand tall
Like a giant
He a cap rapper
I swear to god he be lying
Just cut the beat on
And I’ma do this shit
Without trying
I get bread everyday nigga
Ain’t no way around it
If it cost to breathe
Then most of you niggas
A be dying
If it cost to breathe
Then most of you niggas
A be dying
Track hawk season
200 bitch I’m flying

Written by:
Taveon Watson

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