​wrong/cut it out lyrics

[Intro: Lade]
(He ain't got nothing but straight skinny-skinny ass jeans)

[SmokingSkul: Wrong]
That n*gga got a Glock for no reason
Damn, Glock with a drum, every season
b*tch, I'm Sasuke, Itachi my Neisan
We take his whip cause he left the keys in
You can only have one baby Glock 'cause that sh*t from China
Damn, b*tch, I'm off a bean, I ain't talking Lima
What? He on Panda Buy when he need designer
Oh, he a Cowboy? I'm a 49er
In school, I ain't have sh*t in my binder
I had six n*ggas in my classroom
I took Perc's on a short bus
b*tch, I grinded, ain't no short cuts
These n*ggas on Triller and they show they butt
This Smith greasy as f*ck just like Pizza Hut
I scammed a n*gga out thirty bucks
b*tch, I'm havin' racks but I'on give a f*ck
Just like a boujee ho, I can't give it up
I got my XD from Jimmy Butler
That Rat n*gga drowned in that water
This dog on me that I got on my side, this b*tch don't need a collar
I was in my bag that n*gga striked my song
But if I dissed that n*gga they say I'd be wrong?
[Transition into Cut it Out: Iayze]
Well, sh*t, how do I-, you know, how do you suggest I move in the future? Like, should I just start gettin' ready to get live back with my Mama or sum?
He talm' 'bout, "Well sh*t, it's looking like that, we can move this, that, the next thing"
Gah' damn, like, damn, hurt my feelings
It took me to say some antisemitic sh*t, for y'all to finally reach out to me and then when y'all reach out to me, y'all just throwin' it in my face even after I apologize
But y'all was not pickin' up my motherf*ckin' phone calls, bro
He just flaming me, flaming me, flaming me, flaming me, like, bro-
What the hell? Like...
That's how it's going for me
I thought I was gon' be able to bond 30 out
I ain't even been pickin' up his calls, 'cause I don't even know how to...
Explain that to him

[SmokingSkul: Cut it Out]
(I'm comin' to the A in De-in December, bro-)
(Don't even worry about it, I got you)
(Like, I don't even know how to explain that to him) (Righteous.)
His brother locked... (Locked up!)
HE AIN'T EVER COMIN' OUT
He wear the same sh*t, I swear these n*ggas bummin' out (Righteous.)
Damn, these n*ggas snake me, okay, I'ma just thug it out (No!)
b*tch, I'm shootin' off the bench, these n*ggas subbing out
WHAT? These n*ggas pump fakin'... (Damn, what he say?)
THEY NEEDA' CUT IT OUT (No!)
(They needa' cut that sh*t!)
If the serial on the choppa, I'ma scrub it out
What? And yo' ho, she on the 'Gram, and she sl*ttin' out
Yeah, five bands on the coupe
Choppa gon' cook his ass like Soup (Righteous.)
n*gga a square n*gga like Kahoot
I step on a square with a spiky boot (No!)
Why would I slide when he can’t shoot?
I know the real you, you a FRUIT (Righteous.)
I know the real you, you a b*tch n*ggA
I GOT A FN FOR A SNITCH n*ggA... (No!)
Feds come, swallow the switch, n*gga (Swallow the switch, b*tch!)
Like Kobe, ain’t sh*t make me flinch, n*gga (Ain’t sh*t make me flinch, b*tch!)
I’m off the grass, I feel like the grinch, n*gga (Just like the grinch, n*gga)
Sheya', I’m smokin' good gas, you could tell by the stench, n*gga
[Outro]
Really on that bro (Righteous)
Really on that bro
(No!)
n*ggas bored, n*ggas woke up and really decided to reach... for nothing, they really on some lame sh*t