Get Kutt

[Hook] Around my way its so hood like the head of my chevy, I'm like yo Don't get caught on the wrong one cause you layin' spaghetti, so keep it low Get Kutt (x4) Once I crack the seal up off this hen I'm goin' in the bin(?) [Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] Just like a fast ball for my nigga Zack Greinke My pants a lil' baggy and my breath kinda stanky But my kicks on hit, my cups half filled With my KC fitted to the right on tilt So I'm lightin' up my black and mild wine Would tip my rearview mirror if you was lookin' fine I got this cup of henny but I need to make a tea Now I'm headed up to tops bout to get the sprite and lime Now I'm, driving like a bat up out of hell Tryna be all I can be with a car just full of shells I see my nigga Jeezy he off on twenty-sev Holla at 'em bout the trees cause he keeps 'em Killa Kev My day just startin' I ain't got no liquor left Double back for another fifth of henny and some shells Grape flavor homie I don't want 'em if they stale Damn right whatchu thinkin' it ain't finna role itself, I'm tryna get kutt [Hook] Kutt is chillin, this whole willin, what more can I say I'm straight drillin' [Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun] Now I'm cruising down prospect red and black v Younger dogs from the hood wanna be just like me Bandanna on the right and a pocket full of cheese With a thumper on they hip under a fresh white t Lookin' for a skeez one to bless my P Comin' up on 59th is it sex I see? (hey honey!) Feedin' in the middle of the street Pullin' up as I get closer they already on my team At first she didn't recognize the star without the braids All up on me then she told me I look better with the fade She bangin' but her friends might look better in the shade Told her bop a ride with me and we can lose the motorcade Headin' down back street she lookin' at me nasty I'm lookin' at her body and she lookin' at the backseat Ask me jumpin' all up in her like a papscream I take it this is called gettin' kutt is what she asked me, yup [Hook] Went to the spot with major loot, chicken heads out there straight doin' the fool [Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun] Pull up the clubs in got a line full of cuties They let me in the door and now the haters lookin' stupid Packed every weekend its the club for the freakin' Had a shot and now I'm out cause its too hot for me be drinkin' On my way around to westport karma lookin' fine But I pass cause I see the same heffers every time And if it ain't karma its america's pub (No more techno) Gotta show the ghetto some love Last stop I'mma make is on 86 the troops like a high school reunion if they ever faced to And everybody here used to go to stain daws and we all know it was the most poppin' of em all It wouldn't be right if we didn't have a fight Six bitches by the bar and somebody pulled a knife Moving too slow and the chick got struck With a blade to the face shit is crazy somebody get kutt [Hook]