Cut Like Us (Blood Sustaz) Lyrics – Sexyy Red

Read the full Cut Like Us (Blood Sustaz) lyrics by Sexyy Red, Pretty Pink and Ghetto Beisha from the album Yo Favorite Trappa Favorite Rappa along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Sexyy Red’s music, you can also explore Tatted Asf and All Da Hoes, two other songs by Sexyy Red.

[Intro: Pretty Pinkk, Ghetto Beisha & S*xyy Red]
(Holiday season)
Holiday season
S*xyy, I keep telling these n!ggas
We ain’t fu*king with ’em
I’m tired of the fake s*it, fu*k these hoes
Hahaha, this one for everybody who locked in with they real sisters
Who need friends, baby? We got family over here
Shout out my sis, Beisha, yo, Pinkk, what up?
Real Blood, real sisters, fu*k n!gga and we have it our way
(Tay Keith, fu*k these n!ggas up)
Pretty Pinkk, you know what the fu*k going on

Ghetto Beisha, the fu*k you mean, b!tch? (Holiday season)
It’s your favoritе hood hottest princess, S*xyy mothеrfu*king Red
St. Louis’ finest, you know what the fu*k going on
Northside s*it, b!tch
I’ma get us out the hood with this one, on my kids
Yeah, it’s just a whole lotta money s*it
Whole lotta blood sister s*it (Holiday season)
On Blood

[Chorus: S*xyy Red]
Baddest in the party, all these n!ggas tryna see what’s up (It’s S*xyy)
Popped out with my sisters, better know we got them weapons tucked (Baow, baow)
Had to switch the cars out, I pulled up in a rental truck (Skrrt, skrrt)
TTG we trained to go and these b!tches ain’t cut like us
We’ll send it up with any b!tch and that’s for sure, yeah
I be on some cool s*it, but I up the score (You know it)
This ain’t what you want, b!tch, I’m just letting you know
If it’s ’bout my sisters, then I’m at your throat

[Verse 1: Pretty Pinkk]
P-p-pull up these black trucks, we rock these shots, get drunk, I’ll call my ho (Call my ho)
I hopped out with my sisters, at your neck these b!tches trained to go (Trained to go)
His lil’ b!tch a gangsta from the North, we came through tucking poles (Northside)
I’m locked in with some killers, say one word, they make your white meat show (Baow, baow, baow)
I’m chunking Bloods and rocking red, made it out the hood, my family good, yeah

Real trench b!tch, still whoop a b!tch, hate one on ones, lil’ jumping s*it (Ayy, Northside)
Got a problem with my people? Know I’m down to slap a b!tch
Like Boosie said, yeah, we’ll set it off in this b!tch, yeah

[Verse 2: Ghetto Beisha]
B!tch, it’s Ghetto Beisha, all my sisters tryna go (You know it)
And y’all already know we ain’t pressed about no hoes (Like what?)
And fu*k these dirty n!ggas ’cause they homeless and they broke
A n!gga said I’m broke and I’m like, “B!tch, is this a joke?”
Me and all my sisters turnt up in designer stores
Play with mine, we ain’t sparing s*it, b!tch, we upping scores (Baow)
Quick to slap a n!gga or a b!tch, you know I’m bold
I’m a grown-ass lady, b!tch, you better watch your tone

[Verse 3: S*xyy Red]
I-i-it’s your girl, Nae-Nae, a.ka, Big Broad S*xyy (You know it)
I got my sisters with me, b!tch, you know we trained and ready
All the cars sending fire and the gas tank on Freddy (Yoom)
I’m tryna keep it cool, don’t piss me off, you know I’m petty
Northside b!tch, we some dogs but we pretty (I’m fine)
St. Louis’ finest, we the hottest in the city (Northside)
Never catch me lacking, no, I got my sisters with me (Baow, baow)
She thought we was finna fight so I pulled the Glocky out my titties (It’s S*xyy)

[Chorus: S*xyy Red]
Baddest in the party, all these n!ggas tryna see what’s up (It’s S*xyy)
Popped out with my sisters, better know we got them weapons tucked (Baow, baow)
Had to switch the cars out, I pulled up in a rental truck (Skrrt, skrrt)
TTG we trained to go and these b!tches ain’t cut like us
We’ll send it up with any b!tch and that’s for sure, yeah
I be on some cool s*it, but I up the score (You know it)
This ain’t what you want, b!tch, I’m just letting you know
If it’s ’bout my sisters, then I’m at your throat