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 fastball from 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]