Ridin' through that street, that shit be cut throat
I can see that trap in the window
Whip him while I'm headed to the condo
And I got a bad bitch in Amico
Cut throat, cut throat
I can see that trapping out the window
Cut throat, cut throat
Come right with the mob if you with the bros
And I'm ridding with the gang in a black Benz
Threw my bitches on my head, they be best friends
And you know we from the trenches but we call it the end
Two clips with a stickin' case they fuck with their minds
Ah, I'm a certified bowler, you can call me Clay
'Cause you know I'm a warrior
Diamonds on my chain got a copy with dollars
When I'm in the UK, Gucci on my colour
Ridin' through that street, that shit be cut throat
I can see that trap in the window
Whip him while I'm headed to the condo
And I got a bad bitch in Amico
Cut throat, cut throat
I can see that trapping out the window
Cut throat, cut throat
Come right with the mob if you with the bros
Flip that money to a lot of money (swag)
I got hella hunnids in my wallet baby, lookin' funny
I go hood really my pocket say I'm movin' score me
They say here your ride then we kickin' down these doors somethin'
Yeah, oh I might take a break from the riffraff
Runnin' to the store, grab Coke and a KitKat
I forgot that I was so fresh, I needed all that
Take a breath nigga right back to the big bugs (money)
Ridin' through that street, that shit be cut throat
I can see that trap out the window
Whip him while I'm headed to the condo
And I got a bad bitch in Amico
Cut throat, cut throat
I can see that trapping out the window
Cut throat, cut throat
Come right with the mob if you with the bros