Cutlery Songtext
von teeway

Sebz Beats, baby


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' (Fuck)
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 niggas on a lie fashion (Fuckers)
What the fuck am I plannin'?
Never 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 bitch? (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)
Pussy niggas switched sides
Never been a friend again
Told S, "We need a farmily"
Put a farm in a ted

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 fuckin' funny hoes (Dumb hoes)
Fake niggas spuddin′ me
That′s not my cup of tea
'Member I lost a line
Rip couple, luckily (Fuck, fuck)
Two weeks back again, last week, fuckery
I come like a dinner lady, I′m carryin' cutlery (Knife and forks)


Love his cheek
Swear it′s really stuck on me
If I never had a bag
Would she really fuck 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)

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 give the drop
I ain't fuckin' funny hoes (Dumb hoes)
Fake niggas spuddin′ me
That′s not my cup of tea
'Member I lost a line
Rip couple, luckily (Fuck, fuck)
Two weeks back again, last week, fuckery
I come like a dinner lady, I′m carryin' cutlery (Knife and forks)