CUTTHROAT Lyrics – Cochise

Read the full CUTTHROAT lyrics by Cochise along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Cochise’s music, you can also explore MIGHT JUMP and HASHTAG, two other songs by Cochise.

[Intro]
She in my coupe, it came with a chick
My chick, she ho in the bleak
N!ggas ain’t know what it is
You know what it is, you know how I feel
How many times I told ya, I don’t wanna be right here
How many times I told ya, I don’t wanna be alone
Only time I smile is when I’m looking at my phone
Let you when you high, but then I wish you when you low
But no one in this world can love me more than my hoe’s

[Chorus]

Tell my dawg, hurry up, we gotta go (Go)
Tell her, throw it in the bag, I buy the store (Store)
All my dawgs cut throat, that’s how I go (Go)
How I go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), how I go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got so much diamonds on my wrist, I’m talking— (Huh, huh, huh)
Told her, bend it over, when I stick it, she like— (Huh, huh, huh)
Told her, bend it over, when I stick it, she like— (Huh, huh, huh)

[Verse 1]
I can only fix six hoes in a truck (Truck, truck, truck)
B!tch, don’t worry, what the hell is in my cup (Cup, cup, cup) (My cup)
I got so much pretty b!tches tryna fu*k (Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k) (Tryna fu*k)
Please don’t hit my phone if you not tryna (, , )
Mr. Polo with your vintage, b!tch (B!tch, b!tch, b!tch)
I don’t see your close friends, girl, you risky, b!tch (B!tch, b!tch, b!tch)
Girl, you hit my best friend, how you miss me, b!tch (B!tch, b!tch, b!tch)
All these n!ggas’ trash bags, couldn’t diss me (Okay!)

[Bridge]
I don’t think they—, I don’t—
I don’t think they understand me (For real)
I’ma do it two times for my grannies (For real)
If you try me, I might steal you like a Stanley

[Verse 2]

Like better fries up, all my guys up
Got my nines up, fu*k your rapper
Pull that nine up, pull that nine up (Pull that nine up)
You get lined up, like a (??)
I done talking to black b!tches, back my fries up (Fries)
All this chrome on my face, I’m like a lizer
I been swimming in that cool s*it like a diver (Like a dive)
Keep that blade inside my cap like I’m a blinder (I’m a blinder)
Got that drink up in my cup, this ain’t no cider (No cider)
If I’m lost, God find me like a lighter
Yeah, ha, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Tell my dawg, hurry up, we gotta go (Go)
Tell her, throw it in the bag, I buy the store (Store)
All my dawgs cut throat, that’s how I go (Go)
How I go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), how I go (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got so much diamonds on my wrist, I’m talking— (Huh, huh, huh)
Told her, bend it over, when I stick it, she like— (Huh, huh, huh)
Told her, bend it over, when I stick it, she like— (Huh, huh, huh)