BackEnd Pezzy - Cut Throat Lyrics

Damn fake, you cookin' up
Call me murder man, Peezy, I'm hangin' out the window
I can see the opps comin' round the corner, better check the pip hole
This a Smith & Wrench I'll bless your ass, cut through like I'm Nino
Two gun, handguns, I stick this shit up like I'm El Pacino
Pockets fat as hell, look like I hit the bank or something nigga
Run that money high as hell, I ain't never gone ask for nothin', nigga
It's just me and her close friends, I don't even want the hoe
Drugs in my body, got a nigga moving slow, nigga
Guacamole, you can see that money comin' in
I done cut a lot of nigga, cut a lot of bitches' shit
Nigga say he gone shoot the spotter like I ain't outside with my stick
Ain't you suicidal, nigga might as well go and slit your wrist
Opps gone click up like they bric, do a hundred and a 60
Only thing she good for is suckin' dick, hoe, we can't kiss
Two freak hoes Tryin' to throw that pussy on a nigga
Already had a game in the headlock, you can say I'm out here chokin', niggas
Small town with some goons that try to knock you out your shoes
You can't win every time, these niggas had taught me how to lose
Man this fye gon' hit him between his eyes like I had a scope on him
This 556 gon' open his stomach, boy, you better run from it
Call me murder man, Peezy, I'm hangin' out the window
I can see the opps comin' round the corner, better check the pip hole
This a Smith & Wrench I'll bless your ass, cut through like I'm Nino
Two gun, handguns, I stick this shit up like I'm El Pacino
Pockets fat as hell, look like I hit the bank or something nigga
Run that money high as hell, I ain't never gone ask for nothin', nigga
It's just me and her close friends, I don't even want the hoe
Drugs in my body, got a nigga moving slow