[Intro]
You're a goner

[Chorus]
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (What?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (What?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (What?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (What?)

[Verse]
Been some months, I really don't like how y'all act
Really don't care 'bout my music, really do care 'bout my bag
Spill his blood out like communion, then I drink it up like tap
And I don't care 'bout solutions, if I see him then I jab
'Till he blackout
Big body, I'ma park it at a trap house
Make bodies outta people in the background
And I love it how they copy all my tracks down
Once his ho pull up I bet she take her rack out
.9 inside the trunk but I keep 1 inside your head
I spent 10 in Saint Laurent and I ain't еven cash a check
Put your homie in a blunt and thеn I went and cast a hex
I'ma cut him to my songs, I've really fallen off the edge
I like how it feels as your life leaves my hands
I like how it feels as this knife meets your skin
You can interfere but you'll die in the end
You can interfere but you'll die in the end
I like how they body feel cold (Cold)
Real rich, yeah, my ice on cold (On cold)
Blitz him now you're lifeless ho
Blick him then divide his soul (His soul)
[Chorus]
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (What?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (What?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (What?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (What?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (What?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (What?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (What?)
We gon' cut him up, give that boy a tummy tuck (What?)