Cut Em Off lyrics

by

Trae tha Truth


[Hook: Trinidad and 31 Gramms]
Had to let em know
Let em know
I had to let em know
Let em know
I had to let em know
Let em know
I had to let em know
Let em know
These n*ggas to anything for fame and I know it
These b*tches do anything for change and I know it
I don't got problems imma boss Imma show it
Snakes in the grass drop the blade and mow
I had to cut em off
Cut em off
Cut em off
Cut em off
Cut em off
Cut em off
Man I had to cut em off x2

[Verse 1: 31 Gramms]
Look, I jumped off the porch and got it cracking
In 2008 I wasn't a hustler just a jacker
I swear to f*cking god ill take boy don't force me
Leaving empty handed and leave it out the question
[Verse 2: Trinidad James]
Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
This a real n*gga go ahead and cut it up
These n*ggas sensitive please get your pus*y checked
Rap Gynecologist, I didn't go to college b*tch
Confidence, Compromise, These b*tches after me
Run it, Jump it, Swim it, Like a mother f*cking athlete
Keep your name anonymous but I know there after me
n*ggas dying daily over 2 pints of the actitivis
Street n*ggas savages, These b*tches average
Pass them to my partners, You don't want no problems
One button, One call, You became an offering
Take it out, Drop em off, Your momma gotta call it in
Be careful who you trusting dawg they killing n*ggas for a wig

[Pre Hook: Trinidad James and (31 Gramms)]
(Killing n*ggas?)
Killing n*ggas!
(Killing n*ggas?)
Killing n*ggas!
Be careful who you trusting dawg they killing n*ggas for a wig x2

[Hook: Trinidad and (31 Gramms)]
Had to let em know
Let em know
I had to let em know
Let em know
I had to let em know
Let em know
I had to let em know
Let em know
(These n*ggas to anything for fame and I know it
These b*tches do anything for change and I know it
I don't got problems imma boss Imma show it
Snakes in the grass drop the blade and mow)
I had to cut em off
Cut em off
Cut em off
Cut em off
Cut em off
Cut em off
Man I had to cut em off x2
[Verse 3: 31 Gramms]
I just got a call from my Lil Dawg
He told me to hold my hand but he lied behind the wall
Then slapped him with a quarter and another 22
Keep the snakes up out your grass this the type of sh*t they do
It's the truth (ooh ooh)
These n*ggas snitching like it coming with a celery
Running from these n*ggas like the federals is after me
Heard that I was trafficking
Midget by the packaging
Wrap that sh*t, Unwarp that sh*t
Break it down and sell that b*tch
I done took it all up through the [?]
On my way to [?] and I ran up on a check
Got back to the city got a penthouse in the sky do
No grass around b*tch you wanna hate you got to though
You know that ain't no lie hoe
We been kicking this sh*t
Spot another snake and cut they head off of that b*tch
Ridiculous with the fist, you n*ggas counterfeit
Caught up in your feelings pillow talking like a b*tch

[Verse 4: Trinidad James]
These n*ggas straight pus*y, Imma big dawg
She got good pus*y, but she a dumb hoe
I can't f*ck with ya, I can't trust in ya
And if you ever cross know that Imma come get you
Hook: Trinidad and (31 Gramms)]
Had to let em know
Let em know
I had to let em know
Let em know
I had to let em know
Let em know
I had to let em know
Let em know
(These n*ggas to anything for fame and I know it
These b*tches do anything for change and I know it
I don't got problems imma boss Imma show it
Snakes in the grass drop the blade and mow)
I had to cut em off
Cut em off
Cut em off
Cut em off
Cut em off
Cut em off
Man I had to cut em off x2
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