Correction Lyrics Kut Like Dat by Moneybagg Yo

Featuring(s) : Big Homiie G

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Lyrics

[Moneybagg Yo]
Oh
Oh (Turn me up YC)

[Moneybagg Yo]
Styrofoam cup to the dome
Styrofoam cup to the head, I'm full of these meds (Oh)
Trunk in the front, not the back
Seats came black, but I had redid it red (Oh)
Get a bitch, I don't go on no date with her
Love her action, so I fornicate with her (Oh)
Yeah, they say they real, but I show 'em realer
All this ice, I can't do nothin' but shake, shiver
Okay (Okay), I got this sauce and season, Old Bay (Go)
Too many racks, Amiris can't take (Oh yeah)
Every other day, the money inflate (Poof)
In here with seven bitches, four-trey (Roll)
All-white Lambo truck, Colgate (Cheese)
Everything I do, I kill it, closed case (Uh)
She say she need a quarantine bae (Now)
Sent her a flight to meet, a one-way
Hop out the Aston then hopped in the Wraith
I got bored with the Wraith and then gave it away
One hunnid racks for the brand new Corvette
It take off like a jet, boy, you don't wanna race (Nyoom)
f*ck what you talking 'bout, f*ck what you say (Bitch)
Let's go to war, I got paper to play (Haha)
Break out them racks, she gon' bite on the bait (Grr)
Eat up the drip (Woah), swallow the taste (Oh yeah)

I go cray-cray with them Band-Aids, bitch I'm cut like that (Oh)
All white Lambo like marshmallow, she got one to match (Oh)
I put my bitches on bitches 'cause I'm cut like that (Oh, I'm cut)
I put my niggas on bidness 'cause I'm cut like that (Oh, oh, cut)
I go cray-cray with them Band-Aids, bitch I'm cut like that (Oh)
All white Lambo like marshmallow, she got one to match (Oh)
I put my bitches on bitches 'cause I'm cut like that (Oh, I'm cut)
I put my niggas on bidness 'cause I'm cut like that (Oh, oh, cut)

[Big Homiie G]
Yeah, bloodshed, he dead
Flee the scene, yellow tape, code red (Code red)
That's how we ride when we slide (Skrrt)
Put 'em on the news, yeah, each time (Each time)
She want me to give her free time (Free time)
So I gave that bitch the peace sign (Uh)
I cannot vibe with you (Nah, nah)
Ooh, I cannot vibe with you (Oh, oh)
Juice all in my cup, I done snuck and poured me a line or two (Oh, oh)
Big bread, gang chain on my chest, that bitch blindin' you (Oh, oh)
All the opps dyin' every time, man, we ain't got none but a few (None but a brr)
I'm just gon' buy that bitch a pair of heels and tell her go do what she do (Go do what you do)
I used to hit school for the hoes (Yeah)
Then I leave the school, sell a boat (Yeah)
They say they comin' out the South with it (Skrr)
I told her meet me at the Citco (Go)
I got this Glock on me, gen four (Four)
Go on play killer like I ain't gon' blow (Blow)
Push the shit to the dashboard (Boom)
Pick his brains off the floor (Woah, woah)

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