Cut Em Off - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Rush Murda)

Nigga

We gon' see what's up

I hear all you niggas talking out there, man

We eatin' right now, but we gon' see what's up with you niggas in a minute

Yeah

[Verse 1]

Keep hearin' niggas speakin' on my pockets that don't eat with us

Heard some pussy niggas talkin' down, we gon' see what's up

Right now a nigga livin', was trappin', now I'm travellin'

Was Miami, now it's Cali', park the foreign right at the mansion

I get back to the D, I'm back movin' like a ghost

Got somethin' heavy in my stash but I'm movin' like I'm broke

Send an extra to my mans who might never make parole

'Cause he loyal to the gang and he stood by what he know

Used to stand on the corner waiting for my next sale to come

Now I'm in the 'burbs chilling, waitin' for the mill' to run

My nigga out in Cali' that I paid to wrap it for me

My ho send an address while I start the tracking number

Still got my rapper money, I get paid to talk cash shit

Dawg send the deposit, I'ma come collect the backend

Don't care 'bout what you niggas did back then

We ballin' right this second, give a fuck about the past tense, nigga

[Chorus]

If your homies ain't right, you need to cut 'em off

If them bitches actin' trife, you need to cut 'em off

If your boyfriend broke, baby, cut him off

Catch them niggas out in traffic, we gon' cut 'em off

When them pussy niggas talking, cut 'em off

See some broke niggas walkin', go and cut 'em off

If your nigga hold you back, you need to cut him off

If them bitches hold you back, you need to cut 'em off

[Verse 2]

Ten fine biches at my crib, that's a ho challenge

Why you niggas naked outside doin' the snow challenge?

Drinking half a pint in one day for my dope habit

You just a broke nigga with a gun, you ain't no savage

Everyday, I'm hearin' people sayin' they want the old me

They like a nigga better when I was fucked up with no cheese

When I ain't have a crib, I was sleeping with the dope fiends

When I was copping half tracks, when I ain't even smoke weed

Still be on the same street, still be with my same niggas

And it's still fuck the other side that ain't change with me

Got some niggas I ain't never met that wanna hang with me

Actin' like a groupie, well, that's how you getting played, nigga

Rest in peace to Wifi, R.I.P. to Blade, nigga

Now these new niggas rapping 'bout the shit they ain't living

Stay away from these sucker niggas that got hate in 'em

Life like a fake nigga, die like a fake nigga, pussy