Lyrics of ' Cut It (feat. Young Dolph) ' by O.T. Genasis

Yeah
Yeah

Cut it, cut it (yeah), cut it, cut it (go)
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it (you need to cut it)
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

Cut it (yeah), cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it (get it), cut it (go), cut it (gone), cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

Run up them bands on the regular (cash)
Hittin' my plug on the cellular
Tell my ex bitch that I'm sorry (my bad)
I'ma skate off in a 'Rari
Keep 36 by my side (my side)
I'ma go bake me a pie
Keep 45 on my side
Fuck with my niggas, you die

All of my niggas say blood (yeah)
All of my niggas say cuh (yeah)
OT, I found me a plug (yeah)
I got it straight out the mud (yeah)
Keep it a hundred, no budge (no budge)
I fell in love with the drugs (yeah)
Bustin' it down in the tub (coke)
Pay me my money in dubs

Water whippin', lookin' like I'm fishin'
Baseball in kitchen, with my arm, I'm pitchin'
Rollie on, it's glistenin', and my darlin' kissin'
Niggas steady trippin', so I'm steady grippin'
Dirty money on me, got a scale up on me
I don't fuck with phony, 'bout to sell a pony
All these niggas on me, all these bitches on me
Say my price is good, motherfucker, show me

Cut it, cut it (yeah), cut it, cut it (go)
Cut it (get it), cut it, cut it, cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it (you need to cut it)
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

Cut it (yeah), cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it (get it), cut it (go), cut it (gone, it's Dolph), cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it (ayy, ayy)
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it (uh, huh)

Went and bought a 911 with my trap money
A million up, but still ain't never touch my rap money (nah)
I'm out in LA fuckin' with that boy OT (what's poppin'?)
Flew to LA, got a plug on, that OG
You know I've been gettin' money if you know me (you know that)
When I first met my plug, I told him: I piss a hundred G's (what?)
I ain't comin' to get it unless you got a hundred P's (a hundred)
I don't want it, fuck it (fuck it), your price, you need to cut it (nah)
Your ice, you need to tuck it, she fuck with me, she lucky (yeah)
A half a million all twenties in that Gucci luggage (stupid)
Let's skip the small talk (ayy)
It's time to talk numbers (ayy, ayy)
Young nigga playin' with commas (it's Dolph)
Might go get a Lamb for the summer (uh, huh)

I've been outchea in these streets all my life hustlin' (for real)
My nigga beefin', then I'm beefin', wrong or right, I'm bustin'
My traphouse, I love it (I love it)
Put some Forgis on my old-school and I had to gut it (what?)
But should I put a roof in?

Cut it (cut it), cut it (yeah, cut it), cut it, cut it (go)
Cut it (get it), cut it (it's Dolph), cut it, cut it (it's Dolph)
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it (Paper Route Empire, you need to cut it)
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

Cut it (yeah), cut it, cut it, cut it
Cut it (get it), cut it (go), cut it (gone), cut it
Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it
Your price is way too high, you need to cut it