Cam Meekins - Cut Me Off lyrics

Sick spitter with the flow shit
Bitter like burned butter
But, I bang on the game
Pick Pain but burn blunters
No games while you David and bustered
I’m gettin flustered
Rollin down my windows askin
For fuckin mustard
Small fries on these fast food
Rappers I take em out
Pick plenty pop rappers ill
Smash wit no clout smash Mouth
What I raised on my lines doin coke
That post nasal drip got
Me literally spittin crack
Get back with These toys no need for decoys
I’m out in beantown gettin brain like BC boys
But fuck a university is what
Had just occurred to me
Cuz I been writin raps way
Before the fuckin nursery
Ya ya we know im ballin like a free throw
And that’s my alter ego but
On god I’m real Bro
Bowl cruisin a passat no facades
In my bars on the track spit stomach full
Of scars bitch Ahhh

But, you didn't have to cut me off
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
But, you didn't have to cut me off
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number

But, you didn't have to cut me off
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
But, you didn't have to cut me off
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number

Flick flicking the blunt the flipped spitter
Pick pounds of the best picked
Piffs And spliff litterly
Seeds in my weed no need just ask lex
Smoke mad hash fall to the
Ground don’t pass tests
Ima neva need no help not even we know
Displease, d if my trees low
Being baked like bistros no motivation in
Our generation
I’m jus chillin in a basement lookin
For any occasion and man
I be outty playin hooty fruity
Tooty rap records on
My way to ruby Tuesday’s or the movies
Buyin rounds on yo bitch ass
Watch this gold record fly by bitch
Think fast get whip lash
I came in the game just to claim what I can
Lyricism on these off brand
Bitches wit no lane
No backpack puffin a sack it’s fuck frat rap
Tryna act hard you should get
Some fuckin arm Tats


I ain’t in college I ain’t even go to class
Back in high school but you
Know a motha fucka passed
Pass blunts to the left side
No ash on my dashboard
Whores tryna ride wit us but
I don’t even skateboard
Stickin digit's in they cellular devices
I’m a nicer guy in person
On these verses bronchitis
And these teens fuck widdit like
Model bitches gold diggin
Real wit my rap game u just Nicole kidmann
Are you kiddin?