Cutthroat

[Chorus: Joey Fatts]

Chopper shells around your neck, all my niggas cutthroat

Let my burner do the talking, all these pistols ain't for show

If my nigga got a problem, then my nigga it's a go

Niggas known to catch a body when they hear them semi's blow

Chopper shells around your neck, all my niggas cutthroat

Let my burner do the talking, all these pistols ain't for show

If my nigga got a problem, then my nigga it's a go

Niggas known to catch a body when they hear them semi's blow

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]

Creeping down the one way hammered up

Leave a nigga holey on a Sunday

Little homie thirteen, snorting coke, serving 'yay

Trap that white girl, so you know he keep that Mary K, let it spray

Where a nigga stand he will lay, hit him up proper

Give his ass a chopper to the face, then get out of state

Niggas bring the drama where you stay

Hit your old head and pop his ho head and burn the place, fucking jake's

Got a chrome MAC-11, down for a two-eleven

If you preaching like a reverend, turn it one eighty-seven

Joey in the trap, always posted with a strap

Don't compare me to these niggas, I'm a gangster that rap

Bitch

[Chorus: Joey Fatts]

Chopper shells around your neck, all my niggas cutthroat

Let my burner do the talking, all these pistols ain't for show

If my nigga got a problem, then my nigga it's a go

Niggas known to catch a body when they hear them semi's blow

[Verse 2: Vince Staples]

Any nigga with a problem get his top chopped off

We where the cops don't come, me and Mossberg moss

Fully on it, loaded, selling pints of lean and pounds of marijuana

Move that methadone ya' till it got a little slower

Bend the one's cause I be selling drugs cuz'

If you need the buzz, needa' hit a nigga up cuz'

Tryna' hit a lick, then you got the whole game fucked up cuz'

Compact forty, niggas gon' get touched cuz'

It's no game when you dealing with coldchain

Still a paid ass criminal dealing that Lo Mein

No chicken or chopstick, just Civic's and chop bricks

My nigga I got shit, and it's still free Smalls

[Chorus: Joey Fatts]

Chopper shells around your neck, all my niggas cutthroat

Let my burner do the talking, all these pistols ain't for show

If my nigga got a problem, then my nigga it's a go

Niggas known to catch a body when they hear them semi's blow