Kutta

Huh, huh, yeah, huh

Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh

Huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh

Huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh

Brand new cutter, huh, CLS, I fucked it up, yeah

Fuck your brother, I got racks, I do it all, yeah

YSL shirt, this bitch don't fit

I'm in Neiman, throwin' fits

For this coupe, I dropped a brick

Geek, I'm turnt off the shit

Slime like, "Who you want me to hit?"

Tell Celine to drop they sets

Helmut Lang jeans, no pockets, bitch

Check, check, check, check, all I do is drop that shit

Sex, sex, sex, sex, what's up in your pockets? Yeah

Brrr, what do you want?

I need lean, I need Wock'

Lot of horses in this car

I'm on that X, geeked up on Mars

Geeked up, yeah, that Par

Pipe up, yeah, I'm—

Piped up, yeah, I'm—

Pipe up, yeah, I'm—

Huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh

Brand new cutter, huh, CLS, I fucked it up, yeah

Fuck your brother, I got racks, I do it all, yeah

YSL shirt, this bitch don't fit

I'm in Neiman, throwin' fits

For this coupe, I dropped a brick

Geek, I'm turnt off the shit

Slime like, "Who you want me to hit?"

Tell Celine to drop they sets

Helmut Lang jeans, no pockets, bitch

Check, check, check, check, all I do is drop that shit

Yeah, yeah, check please

Yeah, yeah, where the lean?

I'm in LA, droppin' fees

I'm in New York, shoppin' spree

Huh, I'm in a GLE

Hit two hundred like, "One, two, three"

Nigga, what you wanna do? I want everything, B

I'm on your block, what's up?

My slime got a lil' chop tucked

I'm rolling, geeked up

At Saks, uh-huh

I, "Vroom," from the plug

Now I'm in that bando, yeah

Huh, yeah, huh, huh, huh

Brand new cutter, huh, CLS, I fucked it up, yeah

Fuck your brother, I got racks, I do it all, yeah

YSL shirt, this bitch don't fit

I'm in Neiman, throwin' fits

For this coupe, I dropped a brick

Geek, I'm turnt off the shit

Slime like, "Who you want me to hit?"

Tell Celine to drop they sets

Helmut Lang jeans, no pockets, bitch

Check, check, check, check, all I do is drop that shit

Sex, sex, sex, sex, what's up in your pockets?

Brrr