All Squad Shit No Gang Shit
Bitch
It's them GBM nigga's man
Why cuff a bitch when you can f*ck her then cut her off
These nigga's lying on my name
All this pillow talk
Bullets flying out that K and that sawed off
You nigga's never in y'all hood
Y'all be tucked off
F*ck the bitch
One time babe I gotta go
And if that pussy
Go bananas i'ma want some more
Catch you flexing
You a stain
Better tuck your chain
Bounce out check the whip
Nigga do your thang
These nigga's steady hating on me
Lying on my name
I ain't gone lie
Lil baby I just want the brain
In the field
Check the score
We the ones to blame
You nigga's beefing over hoes
Y'all just want the fame
Hustle hard
Moving mainey
I was moving shady
North beach projects
We the most hated
You nigga's in y'all hood
Y'all be out the way
Thirty shots up in this thang
Bitch get out the way
Nito gang
Heem nation
Bitch we up next
Got your bitch eating raw meat
Like a t-rex
See all twenties with no blues
Why you trying to flex
I f*cked her once and cut her off
Cause she ain't have a check
Why cuff a bitch when you can f*ck her then cut her off
These nigga's lying on my name
All this pillow talk
Bullets flying out that K and that sawed off
You nigga's never in y'all hood
Y'all be tucked off
Making plans to get bands
We on a money mission
Nigga's claim they had me run
But they ain't buss shit
I double back oh we hiding out now
Nigga's talking all out
All on the gram
You have fun with it
I'm done with it
Sticks poking out
One with a drum in it
Don't run from it
Shells hot and ready
Gone out the slugs in him
They f*ck with sucka's
Yeah ok
Yeah it's ups with it
Good luck nigga
Slide threw pop the door on em
Eight shots straight to his chest
Family in critical
Lyrical
Big .45 like thy expendables
Flex on him
Show all my muscle
Nigga im flexible
Posted with wally
Case he really want smoke with us
Pull up match em nigga's
He on a shirt f*ck him
We shot bitches and do skits
Watch me lane switch
Blue strips all out the bitch
And out the bip
Nigga's talking hard ain't with the shit
They shoot they miss
Shoot to kill
When we slide down your shit
Bounce out personal
I'm shooting with the nick
Stick hanging out I know you see it
Ain't hard to miss
Hit him twice with this rocket
Watch me finger f*ck this clip bitch
Jhitta - Cut Her Off Lyrics
Jhitta - Cut Her Off Lyrics
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All Squad Shit No Gang Shit
Bitch
It's them GBM nigga's man
Why cuff a bitch when you can f*ck her then cut her off
These nigga's lying on my name
All this pillow talk
Bullets flying out that K and that sawed off
You nigga's never in y'all hood
Y'all be tucked off
F*ck the bitch
One time babe I gotta go
And if that pussy
Go bananas i'ma want some more
Catch you flexing
You a stain
Better tuck your chain
Bounce out check the whip
Nigga do your thang
These nigga's steady hating on me
Lying on my name
I ain't gone lie
Lil baby I just want the brain
In the field
Check the score
We the ones to blame
You nigga's beefing over hoes
Y'all just want the fame
Hustle hard
Moving mainey
I was moving shady
North beach projects
We the most hated
You nigga's in y'all hood
Y'all be out the way
Thirty shots up in this thang
Bitch get out the way
Nito gang
Heem nation
Bitch we up next
Got your bitch eating raw meat
Like a t-rex
See all twenties with no blues
Why you trying to flex
I f*cked her once and cut her off
Cause she ain't have a check
Why cuff a bitch when you can f*ck her then cut her off
These nigga's lying on my name
All this pillow talk
Bullets flying out that K and that sawed off
You nigga's never in y'all hood
Y'all be tucked off
Making plans to get bands
We on a money mission
Nigga's claim they had me run
But they ain't buss shit
I double back oh we hiding out now
Nigga's talking all out
All on the gram
You have fun with it
I'm done with it
Sticks poking out
One with a drum in it
Don't run from it
Shells hot and ready
Gone out the slugs in him
They f*ck with sucka's
Yeah ok
Yeah it's ups with it
Good luck nigga
Slide threw pop the door on em
Eight shots straight to his chest
Family in critical
Lyrical
Big .45 like thy expendables
Flex on him
Show all my muscle
Nigga im flexible
Posted with wally
Case he really want smoke with us
Pull up match em nigga's
He on a shirt f*ck him
We shot bitches and do skits
Watch me lane switch
Blue strips all out the bitch
And out the bip
Nigga's talking hard ain't with the shit
They shoot they miss
Shoot to kill
When we slide down your shit
Bounce out personal
I'm shooting with the nick
Stick hanging out I know you see it
Ain't hard to miss
Hit him twice with this rocket
Watch me finger f*ck this clip bitch
Bitch
It's them GBM nigga's man
Why cuff a bitch when you can f*ck her then cut her off
These nigga's lying on my name
All this pillow talk
Bullets flying out that K and that sawed off
You nigga's never in y'all hood
Y'all be tucked off
F*ck the bitch
One time babe I gotta go
And if that pussy
Go bananas i'ma want some more
Catch you flexing
You a stain
Better tuck your chain
Bounce out check the whip
Nigga do your thang
These nigga's steady hating on me
Lying on my name
I ain't gone lie
Lil baby I just want the brain
In the field
Check the score
We the ones to blame
You nigga's beefing over hoes
Y'all just want the fame
Hustle hard
Moving mainey
I was moving shady
North beach projects
We the most hated
You nigga's in y'all hood
Y'all be out the way
Thirty shots up in this thang
Bitch get out the way
Nito gang
Heem nation
Bitch we up next
Got your bitch eating raw meat
Like a t-rex
See all twenties with no blues
Why you trying to flex
I f*cked her once and cut her off
Cause she ain't have a check
Why cuff a bitch when you can f*ck her then cut her off
These nigga's lying on my name
All this pillow talk
Bullets flying out that K and that sawed off
You nigga's never in y'all hood
Y'all be tucked off
Making plans to get bands
We on a money mission
Nigga's claim they had me run
But they ain't buss shit
I double back oh we hiding out now
Nigga's talking all out
All on the gram
You have fun with it
I'm done with it
Sticks poking out
One with a drum in it
Don't run from it
Shells hot and ready
Gone out the slugs in him
They f*ck with sucka's
Yeah ok
Yeah it's ups with it
Good luck nigga
Slide threw pop the door on em
Eight shots straight to his chest
Family in critical
Lyrical
Big .45 like thy expendables
Flex on him
Show all my muscle
Nigga im flexible
Posted with wally
Case he really want smoke with us
Pull up match em nigga's
He on a shirt f*ck him
We shot bitches and do skits
Watch me lane switch
Blue strips all out the bitch
And out the bip
Nigga's talking hard ain't with the shit
They shoot they miss
Shoot to kill
When we slide down your shit
Bounce out personal
I'm shooting with the nick
Stick hanging out I know you see it
Ain't hard to miss
Hit him twice with this rocket
Watch me finger f*ck this clip bitch
Writer: Joshua Wilson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid