In The Cut (feat. Roddy Rocch)

Ayy, yeah

Pipe this shit up and I turn this shit up

When I was down, I was down

Now them diamonds for fun like damn

Ayy, yeah

Trendsetter, ben frank getter (yeah)

Whip whatever, whip whatever

I buy diamonds when I'm under pressure (yeah)

When I apply it, shit don't ever let up, yeah

Look, I'm in the cut, the boy in the cut

Jump in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up

All of this grindin' for what?

It's funny when you niggas thought it was luck

I cannot give you a pass if you play with my money and family and friends

And I compete with myself while you niggas competin' with trends

Your foreign is used, I looked up the vin

I know the truth, no use in pretendin' with him

Still in the cut, the boy in the cut

Hop in the whip when the ceilings go up, we up

And I'm way up at the top of the loft

Gotta stay up, ain't no knockin' me off

Pull up smooth, A.I. with the cross

Countin' up wins on wins on wins, for all of my dawgs I lost

I might call pharrell, get the new Chanel

Thugger got the ysl, huh

I remember when the feds did the sweep, I pray my dawgs didn't tell, huh

Cruisin' down biscayne

I was in Miami, she gave me top with the top off

Cartier wrist gang, got her a audemar

She got a head, knock your socks off

You ain't gettin' money, you ain't fuckin' with me

You ain't in your bitch top five

I might pull up in the six with drizzy

I was just in houston, fuckin' with the mob ties

We don't never ever play two sides

Hang out the phantom, it's suicide

They ridin' my wave like a road tie

My necklace is wet like the poolside

Still in the cut, the boy in the cut, yeah

Hop in the whip when the ceilings go up, we up