Yung N.U. - Cut To The Chase Lyrics

Fuck it let's get it bro
We got to get the ball rolling on this turf recover no fumble
They think they invincible
That they the principle then we just ran up the score on the double
What you gone say to bro
When you gone let him know end of the day that there ain't been no trouble
I ain't got the status no
But I got passion for running it up and then claiming my metal
Fuck all the fame just got my cap and gown
Feeling like I'm on the top of the town
Had to get up when I be feeling down
Enjoying the life I have a look around
In the flesh no zombie walk go through Iraq
760 plat, ain't as hot as that
Desert rat in my blood long as I'm alive
Live off my supply, Indio the hive
Don't play the dumb games and don't fuck with the Ouija
My shit be smoother than your shower squigi
Copping the vegetables in the basket like Luigi
Why do I keep making it easy?
Running like John Cena no one can see me
Zooming right past quicker than water Fiji
Hungry for wins the field it got me fiending for it
Like a junkie zoning out in evening
Cut to the chase man
I just been busy all day and I'm barely getting paid
Take a lil vaca
Vegas we stay turning up all day
Sitting at the edge at the top of the balcony
Thinking long distance as far as anomaly
No one childish ever really gonna get to me
Cuz contemplate this what I write is a masterpiece
Hold up lemme switch up my flow from cottons to perm press
Yeah I did that on purpose
Used to want to smoke all the time now the doctor told me
I gotta chill with the ghosts that I blow
Make me disappear like Will Byers now I'm nervous
Shadow looking over me like anxiety
I don't really know what is frightening
Maybe just the fact that I think too much not enlightening, bitch
Yung N.U. out, gone

Fuck it let's get it bro
We got to get the ball rolling on this turf recover no fumble
They think they invincible
That they the principle then we just ran up the score on the double
What you gone say to bro
When you gone let him know end of the day that there ain't been no trouble
I ain't got the status no
But I got passion for running it up and then claiming my metal
Fuck all the fame just got my cap and gown
Feeling like I'm on the top of the town
Had to get up when I be feeling down
Enjoying the life I have a look around
In the flesh no zombie walk go through Iraq
760 plat, ain't as hot as that
Desert rat in my blood long as I'm alive
Live off my supply, Indio the hive
Don't play the dumb games and don't fuck with the Ouija
My shit be smoother than your shower squigi
Copping the vegetables in the basket like Luigi
Why do I keep making it easy?
Running like John Cena no one can see me
Zooming right past quicker than water Fiji
Hungry for wins the field it got me fiending for it
Like a junkie zoning out in evening
Cut to the chase man
I just been busy all day and I'm barely getting paid
Take a lil vaca
Vegas we stay turning up all day
Sitting at the edge at the top of the balcony
Thinking long distance as far as anomaly
No one childish ever really gonna get to me
Cuz contemplate this what I write is a masterpiece
Hold up lemme switch up my flow from cottons to perm press
Yeah I did that on purpose
Used to want to smoke all the time now the doctor told me
I gotta chill with the ghosts that I blow
Make me disappear like Will Byers now I'm nervous
Shadow looking over me like anxiety
I don't really know what is frightening
Maybe just the fact that I think too much not enlightening, bitch
Yung N.U. out, gone