DaJuan Banx, BJ Swayed - Out The Cut Lyrics

Pop out the cut with a hundred
This bankroll ain't nothing
I got right and got it back
Talk like he tough, but I don't give a fuck
My bro go fill his truck up with body bags
They like where did he go
How he got it fast?
See they jaw hit the floor when I'm riding past
I might go get a wet sign for a nigga
My boy finna mop his ass
I don't even get mad when they pick and choose
Yeah, we both getting racks but we different dudes
When you walk boy that gack better stick to you
Pray they don't send a hit at you
I been sitting back counting residuals
I feel them slipping through
Been looking right over my shoulder
Pack heat cause these diamonds is colder
Pat P with this nine in my holster
Disrespect my boy go for the floater
Love to type on the net we expose them
Bro getting lazy off blueberry soda
Bitches be crazy this mula control them
See all these chains and they like damn he glowed up
Found me a play then I made me a fortune
Them youngings don't play about me don't get much closer
They ain't who they say they is, I just ignore it
They like how that nigga get it like that
Hop up out the benz like that, straight to the jet
Hop up out the bed and I'm straight to the check
Talking out his head put it straight at his neck
Young rich nigga gotta pay for the sex
Need six figures I can't take nothing less
We all took it hard when bro called us collect
So I gotta ball 'til it ain't nothing left, yeah
Pop out the cut with a hundred
This bankroll ain't nothing
I got right and got it back
Talk like he tough, but I don't give a fuck
My bro go fill his truck up with body bags
They like where did he go
How he got it fast?
See they jaw hit the floor when I'm riding past
I might go get a wet sign for a nigga
My boy finna mop his ass
I don't even get mad when they pick and choose
Yeah, we both getting racks but we different dudes
When you walk boy that gack better stick to you
Pray they don't send a hit at you
I been sitting back counting residuals
I feel them slipping through
Been looking right over my shoulder
Pack heat cause these diamonds is colder
Pat P with this nine in my holster
I just might pop out the cut with that glizzy with me
Walk up on 'em and slide his ass
Caught him lacking, he dolo, he lollygagging
Keep me one in the whole yeah he thought he had me
Hang up out that window with that fire
Dump 'em off when we all in traffic
Rich nigga but I stretch his head
Big spender all my homies is dead
Wig splitter I might smash his jaw
Hit the hoe I had to pass it off
Sipping double cup bitch I'm blasting off
Had to run it up, now my racks be long
Two tone Givenchy my waist line
Too much money to waste time
Killing these niggas like hate crimes
Take his face before a fuck nigga take mine
Pop out the cut with a hundred
This bankroll ain't nothing
I got right and got it back
Talk like he tough, but I don't give a fuck
My bro go fill his truck up with body bags
They like where did he go
How he got it fast?
See they jaw hit the floor when I'm riding past
I might go get a wet sign for a nigga
My boy finna mop his ass
I don't even get mad when they pick and choose
Yeah, we both getting racks but we different dudes
When you walk boy that gack better stick to you
Pray they don't send a hit at you
I been sitting back counting residuals
I feel them slipping through
Been looking right over my shoulder
Pack heat cause these diamonds is colder
Pat P with this nine in my holster

Pop out the cut with a hundred
This bankroll ain't nothing
I got right and got it back
Talk like he tough, but I don't give a fuck
My bro go fill his truck up with body bags
They like where did he go
How he got it fast?
See they jaw hit the floor when I'm riding past
I might go get a wet sign for a nigga
My boy finna mop his ass
I don't even get mad when they pick and choose
Yeah, we both getting racks but we different dudes
When you walk boy that gack better stick to you
Pray they don't send a hit at you
I been sitting back counting residuals
I feel them slipping through
Been looking right over my shoulder
Pack heat cause these diamonds is colder
Pat P with this nine in my holster
Disrespect my boy go for the floater
Love to type on the net we expose them
Bro getting lazy off blueberry soda
Bitches be crazy this mula control them
See all these chains and they like damn he glowed up
Found me a play then I made me a fortune
Them youngings don't play about me don't get much closer
They ain't who they say they is, I just ignore it
They like how that nigga get it like that
Hop up out the benz like that, straight to the jet
Hop up out the bed and I'm straight to the check
Talking out his head put it straight at his neck
Young rich nigga gotta pay for the sex
Need six figures I can't take nothing less
We all took it hard when bro called us collect
So I gotta ball 'til it ain't nothing left, yeah
Pop out the cut with a hundred
This bankroll ain't nothing
I got right and got it back
Talk like he tough, but I don't give a fuck
My bro go fill his truck up with body bags
They like where did he go
How he got it fast?
See they jaw hit the floor when I'm riding past
I might go get a wet sign for a nigga
My boy finna mop his ass
I don't even get mad when they pick and choose
Yeah, we both getting racks but we different dudes
When you walk boy that gack better stick to you
Pray they don't send a hit at you
I been sitting back counting residuals
I feel them slipping through
Been looking right over my shoulder
Pack heat cause these diamonds is colder
Pat P with this nine in my holster
I just might pop out the cut with that glizzy with me
Walk up on 'em and slide his ass
Caught him lacking, he dolo, he lollygagging
Keep me one in the whole yeah he thought he had me
Hang up out that window with that fire
Dump 'em off when we all in traffic
Rich nigga but I stretch his head
Big spender all my homies is dead
Wig splitter I might smash his jaw
Hit the hoe I had to pass it off
Sipping double cup bitch I'm blasting off
Had to run it up, now my racks be long
Two tone Givenchy my waist line
Too much money to waste time
Killing these niggas like hate crimes
Take his face before a fuck nigga take mine
Pop out the cut with a hundred
This bankroll ain't nothing
I got right and got it back
Talk like he tough, but I don't give a fuck
My bro go fill his truck up with body bags
They like where did he go
How he got it fast?
See they jaw hit the floor when I'm riding past
I might go get a wet sign for a nigga
My boy finna mop his ass
I don't even get mad when they pick and choose
Yeah, we both getting racks but we different dudes
When you walk boy that gack better stick to you
Pray they don't send a hit at you
I been sitting back counting residuals
I feel them slipping through
Been looking right over my shoulder
Pack heat cause these diamonds is colder
Pat P with this nine in my holster