Cut Throat Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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[Intro]
Look here, b!tch, aye
Ima’ kill yo’ stupid ass and then Ima’ murder them too, you heard me?
Skeeo you crazy
You already know how I get down, Ima’ do ya’ dirty
K4 produced it

[Chorus]
I got them baby tens and baby sheeps, n!gga
And if you see sumn, cut clean and then it come from 3
Pu*sy talking bout’ that he gon’ murder me
How we sprayed the whip and left you stretched out in the street (B!tch)
B!tch Ima’ B out that B, know nun’ but keep this s*it G
Know that you know I zipped that nasty b!tch from playing round with me
I sit back saw that’s who gettin in her mind, she was playing with the slime
Murder weapon tore up they whole section, b!tch go catch it now

[Hook]
Oohhh god, I’m so scarred
I’m tryna send a b!tch to yo’ front door
I’m in my backyard cutting billy goats by the throat, oohhh

[Verse 1]
I heard they telling cops on me, no they can’t stop nun’
I’ll have big Junior run down with that choppa and he pop sumn’
You pu*sy n!ggas cut from window, I create that hot summer
Feining for blood, murder my medicine, I’m tryna’ rock sumn’
Hang out the window, let that .30 burst
Im out my mind, I’ll have them slimes come and wet up the church
These hoes been tryna’ take what I done earned
You’ll get your motherfu*king head bust, what you deserve
Before my fame me and B spinning curbs
I got my father on my right and got the devil on my left
I talk to both of em’ through the night like “Who wanna put sumn’ on a shelf?” all for me
And I promise for to glorify your name all through the streets

[Verse 2]

B!tch play with me, I’ll leave momma in the street, I’m Murda Man, ahhh, ouuu-ouuu-ouuu
This pu*sy n!gga want a song and I just wanna bust his fu*king brain, ahhh, bow, bow-bow-bow, bow, Top I can’t be tamed
That be my time after dark, It’s gon’ go down bout’ my shark
That nasty b!tch a fan of all my opps, get hit with that saw
Im in a mansion in Los Angeles I’m pressing that tar
Bro put five holes inside your head soon as they press up your car
Momma the reaper got me, they ain’t saw what I done saw
Momma them people on me, they tryna’ inject my arm
Security soon as they hit Gravedigger Mountain ring the alarm
Why the fu*k Deja left this mountain, knowing they gon’ come
Them n!ggas know I ain’t scared, you better leave Lil Top dead
B!tch hit me all in my head, heard what the fu*k that I said
You in my city banging blue, I’m tryna leave ya’ ass red
I have Blueblack come work that tool, he say he know where you stay
I keep a gun like I’m Waun, or jack yo ass like I’m Guss
B!tch this that fam I’m screaming “NBA” it’s murder with us
Mane, tell them b!tches take this off my leg, to hit Toys-R-Us
Tryna spend a bundle of my money, fix my bond with my son

[Chorus]
I got them baby tens and baby sheeps, n!gga
And if you see sumn, cut clean and then it come from 3
Pu*sy talking bout’ that he gon’ murder me
How we sprayed the whip and left you stretched out in the street
B!tch Ima’ B out that B, know nun’ but keep this s*it G
Know that you know I zipped that nasty b!tch from playing round with me
I sit back saw that’s who gettin in her mind, she was playing with the slime
Murder weapon tore up they whole section, b!tch go catch it now

[Reprise]
Play with me, I’ll leave momma in the street, I’m Murda Man, ahhh, ouuu-ouuu-ouuu
This pu*sy n!gga want a song and I just wanna bust his fu*king brain, ahhh, bow, bow-bow-bow, bow, Top I can’t be tamed

[Verse 3]
Be spending daylight in dark, it’s gon’ go down by my heart
I said “I’m strictly richly sipping ion’ know s*it bout no bars”
They say K2 make me dangerous, I stopped that s*it it was hard
I’m clearly thinking, I say “Leave that n!gga dead in his yard”
I say “I’m in here with my crazy man, he gon’ have them hittas’ slanging thangs”
All behind his daddy name, bust that n!gga fu*king brain
She’d give a cutter to Kayden too, tryna play me I fu*k over you
Them b!tches wearing my camo, but can’t cut up like a soldier do
Remote control that pu*sy boy, I heard they controlling you
Hit that boy up with a combo, cutter kick like Jimmy Lou
I don’t watch the news, who the fu*k is you?
I’m having dreams bout’ getting you hit, b!tch I’m gon’ murder you, bow
Make that pu*sy cool, please do it cruel
That rapper started hating on me, he ain’t make it through
Yo BM beat that pu*sy blue, I’d probably sign her too
I ain’t trusting not a fu*king thing, play see what I do

[Hook]
Oohhh god, I’m so scared
I’m tryna send a b!tch to yo’ front door
I’m in my backyard cutting billy goats by the throat, oohhh

[Reprise]
B!tch play with me, I’ll leave momma in the street, I’m Murda Man, ahhh, ouuu-ouuu-ouuu
This pu*sy n!gga want a song and I just wanna bust his fu*king brain, ahhh, bow, bow-bow-bow, bow, Top I can’t be tamed

[Outro]
You heard me? Top I can’t be tamed n!gga
K4 produced it
I get at s*it man, you heard me?
I been plucking em’ back to back
Pu*sy ass n!gga, fu*k you
Skeeo you crazy