Cut Ties

[Intro: Marc E. Bassy] Yeah, yeah, yeah Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah Leave it behind for me, yeah, yeah, yeah Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah Leave it behind for me, yeah, yeah, yeah Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah Leave it behind for me, yeah, yeah, yeah Dave-O, make me a slap Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Mozzy] Uh, check the call log, I hit you least a hundred times I been on your line tryna cuff you for the summertime You ain't double back 'cause they goofy, it ain't no wonder why Fly high, baby, from caterpillar to butterfly Text message lengthy, I'm simply finna just summarize He been cuttin' into my candy, it's time to cut his ties First you tell me, "Pull up", now you tellin' me, "Never mind" Blood put his hands on you, I was there for you every time Lookin' at the photo you sent me, it got me mesmerized Like damn, I'm in love, quit playin' with a thug, yeah I broke your heart and then you ran to that scrub Made adjustments in your life, went from a boss to a dud And the mainey part is that we ain't talk all these months It's gettin' harder for me to front, ma, I know you the one That's on bloods, baby Yeah, I'm a thug, but don't forget that we need love, baby So what it does, baby? [Chorus: Marc E. Bassy] Oh girl, you better cut ties Hey, babe, you better cut ties Ayy, girl, you better cut every line that you had in your lifetime Only here 'til the sun rise Would you cut ties for me? Cut ties for me now Would you leave it all behind for me? Leave it all behind for me now Would you cut ties for me? Cut ties for me now Would you leave it all behind for me? Leave it all behind for me [Verse 2: Sage the Gemini] Hey, hey Check your call log, I hit you least a hundred times Seen you on Snap, seen your post about a hundred times I put my face in it, I ain't stop 'til the morning time The next day you couldn't walk, you came a hundred times And I know you got a nigga, I know I play my position, when you need me, let me know That nigga start trippin', tell him he could come up missin' So many Smiths at the table, Jada Pinkett talk show You got that good, left my sheets white like the Ku Klux I think I think about you now more than too much They say you are what you eat (Yeah) I'm 'bout to look like you in a few months Ayy, bust down your neck and bust down your wrist Shotgun in the S-Class, your nigga can't do it like this, ayy Ballin' with no assist, ayy, fuck around, make 'em sick Cut ties with your history, make these niggas pissed [Chorus: Marc E. Bassy] Oh girl, you better cut ties Hey, babe, you better cut ties Ayy, girl, you better cut every line that you had in your lifetime Only here 'til the sun rise Would you cut ties for me? Cut ties for me now Would you leave it all behind for me? Leave it all behind for me now Would you cut ties for me? Cut ties for me now Would you leave it all behind for me? Leave it all behind for me [Post-Chorus: Marc E. Bassy] Yeah, yeah, yeah Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah Leave it behind for me, yeah, yeah, yeah Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah Leave it behind for me, yeah, yeah, yeah Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah Leave it behind for me, yeah, yeah, yeah Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Outro: Marc E. Bassy] Cut ties for me? Cut ties for me now Would you leave it all behind for me? Leave it all behind for me now Would you cut ties for me? Cut ties for me now Would you leave it all behind for me? Leave it all behind for me