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khai1 - keep a cutta lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, i keep the glock on my hip (buh)
i told the b+tch that we ridin’ outside, lil’ b+tch, in the field
hop out the coupe and i’m lettin’ it spray, i’m gettin’ you k!lled
i just pulled up in the big body x+5 whip, this sh+t get too real
yeah, i keep that cutter on me, lil’ b+tch, i put a beam on that bih
yeah, i jus’ ran up all these bands you can tell by the tips
i jus’ pulled up in the a, ridin’ with my b, the belt double+c
she suckin’ my d, she goin’ insane
she can get the kids if she on the pill (bih)
double or triple these bands, i signed the deal, the drank came sealed
(yeah) i told the b+tch that we high
i f+cked the b+tch, make her whine (yah)
i keep the glock on my side (buh)
walk in the building got fire
i just walked in with the bl!cky on me and i make ’em expire (fah)
no, b+tch, you not even close, like don’t even try (shhh, woo)

[verse]
huh, huh, huh, huh, i told the b+tch i been— (yeah)
i told the b+tch i been f+cking her friend
i’m in that trackhawk, i’m goin’ to h+ll
b+tch, i’on need you, i’m wishin’ you well
i’m on that perc, and lil’ b+tch you could tell
f+ck on the b+tch, i’ma cum in her hair
my choppa singin’ like that b+tch adelle (h+llo, yeah, it’s me)
i’on got no in+between, i’m on the perc till i can’t feel
no, you not gettin’ a penny from me
ksubi the jeans and balenci’ the tee (yeah)
i fell in love with the muh’f+ckin’ beam
i put like twenty bands b+tch on my wrist
choppa like riri, i’m lettin’ it sing (yeah)
[bridge]
i took a perc, give no f+cks
i jus’ be countin’ it up, yeah
pull up, we lightin’ it up, huh
i’m finna— puh, yeah, huh
don’t need no muh’f+ckin’ deal
ridin’ round lil’ b+tch i can’t steer
i keep the glock on my muh’f+ckin’— (huh)

[hook]
yeah, i keep the glock on my hip (buh)
i told the b+tch that we ridin’ outside, lil’ b+tch, in the field
hop out the coupe and i’m lettin’ it spray, i’m gettin’ you k!lled
i just pulled up in the big body x+5 whip, this sh+t get too real
yeah, i keep that cutter on me, lil’ b+tch, i put a beam on that bih
yeah, i jus’ ran up all these bands you can tell by the tips
i jus’ pulled up in the a, ridin’ with my b, the belt double+c
she suckin’ my d, she goin’ insane
she can get the kids if she on the pill (bih)
double or triple these bands, i signed the deal, the drank came sealed
(yeah) i told the b+tch that we high
i f+cked the b+tch, make her whine (yah)
i keep the glock on my side (buh)
walk in the building got fire
i just walked in with the bl!cky on me and i make ’em expire (fah)
no, b+tch, you not even close, like don’t even try (shhh, woo)

- khai1 lyrics

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