Cut It - O.T. Genasis, James Hype, Young Dolph

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it

Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, 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

Hittin' my plug on the celly, yeah

Tell my ex bitch that I’m sorry

I’m a skate off in the 'Rari

Keep 36 by my side

I’m a go bake me a pie

Keep 45 on my side

Fuck with my niggas, you die

All of my niggas say blood

All of my niggas say cuh

OT, I found me a plug

I got it straight out the mud

Keep it a hundred, no budge

I fell in love with the drugs

Bustin' it down in the tub

Pay me my money in dubs

Water whippin', lookin' like I’m fishin'

Baseball in kitchen, with my arm I’m pitchin'

Rolie on, it’s glistenin', now my doner 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, cut it, cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it

Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it

Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

Went and bought a 911 with my trap money

A million up but still ain’t never touch my rap money

I’m out in LA fuckin' with that boy OT

Flew to LA, got a plug on that OG

You know I’ve been gettin' money if you know me

When I first met my plug, I tote my pistol, hundred Gs

I ain’t comin' to get it unless you got a hundred piece

I don’t want it, fuck it, your price, you need to cut it

Your ice, you need to tuck it, she fuck with me, she lucky

A half a million, all 20s in that Gucci luggage

Let’s skip the small talk, it’s time to talk numbers

Young nigga playin' with commas, might go get a Lamb for the summer

I’ve been outchea in these streets all my life hustlin'

My nigga beefin' then I’m beefin', wrong or right I’m bustin'

My traphouse, I love it

Put some Forces on my old school and I had to cut it

But should I put a roof in?

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it

Your price is way too high, you need to cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Them bricks is way too hot, you need to cut it

Your price is way too high, you need to cut it