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k3 flamez - cutthroat season lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
grrt, grrt— load that b+tch up, we on business tonight, b+tch (f+ck you talkin’ ’bout?)

[verse]
b+tch, these streets don’t play, we stackin’ bodies like some d+mn fortnite loot (f+ck a game)
tapped the switch and lit his ass up, whole block thought they heard a motherf+ckin’ flute (grrt, b+tch)
cuz grab the sticks, b+tch load that sh+t, we finna turn this b+tch into a shootout reboot (on gang)
bounce out the whip, glock in my hand, chop on my back like i’m strapped with a suit (come here, p+ssy)
see a opp? b+tch we hawkin’ that, makin’ sure that goofy motherf+cker d+i+e (dead b+tch)
we don’t shoot out whips, b+tch hop out quick, go ask them opps, they scared of our feet (walk him down)
my dawg too cold, b+tch shoot and drive, seen him drop a b+tch while still eatin’ his beef (cold demon)
them 5.56s chewed his ass up, looked like sharks bit chunks out his motherf+ckin’ meat (ate him alive)
hopped out in 1s and caught that b+tch lackin’, never cared ’bout the crease in the sneaks (f+ck them shoes)
beat her back out, f+cked her friend too, i’m lyin’ b+tch, go ask teneek (go ask her)
twin off pills, he tweakin’ wild, that’s why i call that crazy motherf+cker ski (tweaked out b+tch)
code red hit, tapped bro’s head, my cutters yell “move b+tch” like it’s d+mn gen z (move b+tch)
only reason i f+cked and ain’t spin back was that lil’ p+ssy was mid as can be (weak+ass sh+t)
went from stealin’ strays from off the pad to foreigns loud as f+ck, b+tch sound like a v (skrrt, b+tch)
we poured an eighth inside a deuce, now nero off the sh+t tryna fight a d+mn tree (tweakin’ hoe)
hop out dumpin’, b+tch i’m blowin’, get in the car but i’m still outside yelling “who want beef?” (who want smoke?)
whole gang fresh, black trucks lurkin’, hoes beggin’ us to f+ck just to get a lil’ peak (thirsty b+tch)
peeped the vibes, that b+tch tried line me, i already knew that goofy ho was weak (she weak as h+ll)
we drive hemis careful as h+ll, slidin’ fast even though that b+tch can’t grip in the sleet (still slidin’)
tom and jerry vibes, b+tch you a rat, choosin’ cheese over loyalty, you freak (rat b+tch)
price on his head, b+tch check him out, we trade blood like cash in the motherf+ckin’ streets (blood money)
all my cutters yell “warning, b+tch” ’cause they know what the f+ck happens when we meet (it’s war hoe)
you wanna know? come try your luck, b+tch the crime scene look ugly and smell like feet (nasty+ass)
play with us? you dead, b+tch, brrt+brrt, this switch special ed ’cause it slow kids quick as heat (stupid b+tch)
chopper in my pants, heavy as h+ll, b+tch i limp like an old man missin’ his seat (big pole)
ain’t throwin’ hands, b+tch i’m gon’ blam, don’t talk to me like craig tryna teach me peace (f+ck peace)
n+ggas move goofy tryna make points, b+tch my brothers don’t do sh+t for likes or tweets (clown ass)
put his ass to bed, doa sh+t, bullets rocked him harder than metro beats (boom)
lil’ bro hit the curb, crashed the striker, d+mn near flipped his ass into the sheets (idiot)
thought he was opp, hit his noodles quick, should’ve tied up his dreads, now he leakin’ grease (brain soup)
rolled a ‘wood, ignored that ho, b+tch i never cared ’bout her feelings or her weak+ass speech (f+ck her)
shots rang out, b+tch he ain’t get up, doa, laid flat like a motherf+ckin’ beach (dead b+tch)
ain’t stoppin’ me from yellin’ “f+ck marlo,” b+tch i meant that sh+t every time i repeat (f+ck marlo)
lil’ cuz off x tryna k!ll somethin’, fed that b+tch more meds, now he creepin’ the street (creepy b+tch)
opps go live and troll like clowns, b+tch we know them motherf+ckers work with the police (fed rats)

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