teeway - cutlery lyrics
[verse 1]
it’s poppin’ where i lock it
gotta watch where they’re boppin’ (watch that)
got the .30 spinnin’ out
and the dot dot’s coughin’ (baow)
i ain’t got sticky fingers, if i want it, i’ma rob him (rob him)
i’m twenty bags up in west and i ain’t even shoppin’ (f+ck)
with my time, manage
walk out, the lines’ bangin’
‘fore i saw five figures, i was tryna buy a hammers (loud one)
only just five minutes
then he woulda died snappin’
and they can’t afford the drip, so n+ggas on a lie fashion (f+ckers)
what the f+ck am i plannin’?
‘member i used to like rappin’
other slide of a slide, i fill it with bine rappin’ (baow)
try turn your guy cabbage
broad day leakin’
i don’t weigh the losses, i just wanna break even
all i know is flip a bag
i can’t even hit the sack
rocks into rose gold
all the risks i did for that (baow)
caramel, silly bag
now she wanna fling it back
two hands on a turner, it woulda turned timmy mad
tried it in a mini cab
i don’t wanna hug a strip (i don’t)
tried get me banned to rats, no light, flushin’ quids (bap)
i don’t even trust her dad
how am i gonna trust a b+tch? (how?)
in real life, nuttin’s quick
i’m tryna make money flip
my two tiles really slap
no arm or your dead
and if the drought’s really bad
i’ll pay a arm and a leg (and more)
p+ssy n+ggas switched sides
never been a friend again
told s, ”we need a farmily”
put a farm in a ted
[chorus]
and i had to hustle phones
money comes, money goes
runnin’ to the bag now
my nitty got a runny nose (runny nose)
no joke, bunnin’ clothes
backs and the brucky nose
hoes really givethe drop
i ain’t f+ckin’ funny hoes (dumb hoes)
fake n+ggas spuddin’ me
that’s not my cup of tea
‘member i lost a line
rip couple, luckily (f+ck, f+ck)
two weeks back again, last week, f+ckery
i come like a dinner lady, i’m carryin’ cutlery (knife and forks)
[verse 2]
love his cheek
swear it’s really stuck on me
if i never had a bag
would she really f+ck with me? (would she really?)
like the dinner lady, i’m just rollin’ with this cutlery (now)
they were never bussin’ me
i got it off my own back
i really had to phone akhs
before i had my own strap (braow)
turn it into raps, so i can tell it by the throw+backs
told my cuzzy, ”don’t talk
akhi never phone back
‘cah i just heard a weird sound, i think that this phone tapped”
gutted from my bros bird
lizzy and i sold dirt
tt, phenomenal
and it got him so burst
i fear god and nuttin’ el’
touch me and a pole burst
started with a groundworks
now i got my own bills
and losin’ your phone feels
worse than when your bro steals
three for a score five
all i know is the old deals (old deals)
i can’t even link s
i can’t even phone drillz
you know i got my bro still
mulli and them most real (free mulli)
[chorus]
and i had to hustle phones
money comes, money goes
runnin’ to the bag now
my nitty got a runny nose (runny nose)
no joke, bunnin’ clothes
backs and the brucky nose
hoes really givethe drop
i ain’t f+ckin’ funny hoes (dumb hoes)
fake n+ggas spuddin’ me
that’s not my cup of tea
‘member i lost a line
rip couple, luckily (f+ck, f+ck)
two weeks back again, last week, f+ckery
i come like a dinner lady, i’m carryin’ cutlery (knife and forks)
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