CUTLASS lyrics

[Intro: LXXIV]
LXXIV
Yeah, b*tch

[Verse 1: LXXIV]
Got a 40 ounce in the blood, I be sippin'
FTP vest on my body, ain't rippin'
I see all you [?], I got x-ray vision
Get the katana and hit without issue
And when you die, nobody will miss you
You just a b*tch [?]
Step in the [?], get hit with a 50
This [?]
Kashi rip you up from yo' head to yo' toes, b*tch
You ain't comin out and I'll put that on my soul b*tch
I ain't comin' out the game until I f*ckin' get rich
Instead, I get the nine and c*ck it back, aim at you fitted
b*tch, I get the pack, get the wood and I roll it
You got the bag, run up on you and I stole it
Dump the bodies and I burn 'em, turn it to charcoal
Cut off yo' arms and yo' legs, you a tadpole

[Hook: LXXIV]
Poppin' all these meds and you know they got me f*cked up
Sellin' to the [?] dangerous, keep a blade tucked
Poppin' all these meds and you know they got me f*cked up
Sellin' to the [?] dangerous, keep a blade tucked
[Bridge: 83HADES]
83
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip
Drippin'

[Verse 2: 83HADES]
Drip on yo' b*tch like I'm [?]
I am not missin'
pus*y, I keep me a Smithen
I drag his body in the kitchen
[?]
[?]
[?] f*ckin', I play with her kitty
[?], I'm grippin' the coochie
f*ck it, I might just slide down with the tooly
I'm bustin' his face and she bustin' her coochie
And my gun go retarded, I swear, it's on fooly
And my Glock had a seizure, [?]
I took your sh*t and no, b*tch, I'm not sorry
I got these bands 'cause I'm sellin' narcotics
I don't f*ck with you and I'm just bein' honest
All in the woods, b*tch, I'm smokin' on chronic