Cut Her Off (freestyle) Lyrics - Kevin Gates

Starin' at me like the damsel in distress 

I go go diamonds and they dancin' on my neck 

Flawless no enclosure we don't fuck with VVS 

Fall off in the club in this cardiac arrest 

Her cardiac arrest 

Maliyah dancin' to my song 

I'm a plug who make music I'm like Tego Calderon 

Still I'm bout that gangsta' shit so please don't rub me wrong 

I need to see you naked with no clothes when I get home 

Slighty narcissistic bae so please don't read me wrong 

Dickmatized her, dick amazing, now she blowing up my phone (won't leave me alone) 

Bitch I'ma killer 

Up in her cervix she screaming its murder, her face in the pillow 

Pulling her hair, while I nibble her ear, and I'm fucking her slow and we all in the mirror 

Hold up, Oh well 

Left a ho at the hotel 

Bungee jumping, my line chirping, bout' to go and catch me a sale 

(Bae don't leave) You trippin', you can stay here or come with me 

Whipped up at the gas station bought a box of Goodies and a digit 

Need sixty dollars on pump four cause the gas tank like empty 

Won't play the game like 2 Chainz, ain't riding around but I'm gettin' it 

Pull up at the trap, I'ma text ya phone like "I'm over here come get it" 

Buggati fucking with Brittany 

Told her "I'm sorry" she say she forgive me 

Entangled in my conversation as if I'm a Judas she look at me different 

Would we get in trouble for fucking each other cause I use to fuck with your sister 

I heard that your pussy get wet as river and possibly need some assistance 

Oooooooohhh it ain't nothin' to fuck yo' bitch dog 

Yo' bitch dog 

It ain't nothin' to fuck yo' bitch dog x2 

Nigga, fuck you and yo' big dog 

Retawdid' reading my aura, I'm too intelligent that why you bothered 

Know it's a name; don't know what to call it 

My name is Kevin but she call me Awesome 

South by Southwest was performing in Austin 

Ignored the BS and I ain't bout no talkin' 

Can't see you niggas, my clips in the car 

Don't make me spray this bitch like Mad Marvin 

(Bitch what you ain't hear me?) Bitch don't make me spray this bitch like Mad Marvin 

Hold up, I said I don't get tired! 

Blessing in disguise, this for those no longer here while we out here on our grind 

May God be with your families while you rest up in the skies 

Shout out Roy riding nigga' diping through that nine 

I'm loving on Lil NaNa I met her at a Second Line 

Bread Winners Associates still I'm out my mind 

Dreka booty bigger than a bitch I grip her from behind 

Can we have a threesome I know that she don't mind 

Know it's warmer than a sauna; stroke her for a long time 

Bae' told the bitch "get here" 

Then she got off in the bitch ear 

Got to feelin' on her, never been molested came out her clothes then we rip 

We a power couple don't trip 

We a power couple that trick 

Bread Winners Escort service we'll buy bitch a new whip 

Broke hoes car break down can't afford to get the bitch fixed 

Fake bags in a air mattress can't afford to get the shit fixed 

Plug, I'm in the socket 

Thought I was sleep when you went in my picket 

Bitch I caught ya' (Oh my God!) 

Don't make me spray this bitch like Mad Marvin! 

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