Lil Baby, Moneybagg Yo - No Cutt lyrics

Dominique Armani Jones [4PF] Atlanta. USA.

[Lil Baby, Moneybagg Yo - No Cutt lyrics]

DrumGod baby

I like my dope clean, don't put no cut on it
(no cut nigga)
Like my bitches bad with a butt on her
(ass on her) the car came with no miles
I'm the only owner (I just copped this)
I'ma have to zip him if he cut some corners
(X him out) pockets full of blues
She got no choice but to choose (nope)
Saint Laurent my shoes
She say my demeanor rude (and?)
If I hit your wifey that's
Gon' cause a family feud (whoa)
I come out on top my nigga, I win
I can't lose (no sir)

Yup, crab and noodles
I'm eatin' crustaceans
(paradise on my vacation)
My life real and I can't fake it
(my life trill and I ain't do that)
Damn, my bitch bad but she act basic
(my bitch bad but she act stupid)
We let off shots, you call a flagrant
Who got popped up, don't leave no statement
All I heard was he didn't make it (nope)
She got me to herself and
Leaked all your information (no way)
So I know what you goin' through
Your bank account look vacant (empty)
That's like lookin' at a fat
Bitch when she get naked, Ugh
Flexin' for the 'Gram
You ain't even got no paper to flex with
I ran up a check bitch
Now they watchin' me like Netflix
(look at me)
All my diamonds water, don't get fried
I tote fish sticks (big sticks)
Fully loaded SIG
When it spit it don't miss shit (mushy)

I like my dope clean, don't put no cut on it
(no cut nigga)
Like my bitches bad with a butt on her
(ass on her) the car came with no miles
I'm the only owner (I just copped this)
I'ma have to zip him if he cut some corners
(X him out) pockets full of blues
She got no choice but to choose (nope)
Saint Laurent my shoes
She say my demeanor rude (and?)
If I hit your wifey that's
Gon' cause a family feud (whoa)
I come out on top my nigga, I win
I can't lose

Baby hellcat, thousand horsepowers
Got it geeked up
Heard your baby mama play with powder
Get her geeked up
Heard that they want smoke but we too loud
They need to speak up
'Nother two hundred every weekend
They can't keep up
I was just sittin' in the
Prison with my phone out
Movin' like a boss, send a hit
Get him dome called
Now I'm on the streets gettin' money
It's the same thing
Everywhere I go, don't matter the city
I let my chain hang
Post your life savings on your page
Nigga you a dub
Magic City Monday, nigga trippin'
Probably threw a dub
Could've hit your bitch but I didn't nigga
You a scrub i be sippin' red by the pint

I like my dope clean, don't put no cut on it
(no cut nigga)
Like my bitches bad with a butt on her
(ass on her) the car came with no miles
I'm the only owner (I just copped this)
I'ma have to zip him if he cut some corners
(X him out) pockets full of blues
She got no choice but to choose (nope)
Saint Laurent my shoes
She say my demeanor rude (and?)
If I hit your wifey that's
Gon' cause a family feud (whoa)
I come out on top my nigga, I win
I can't lose

BGE the logo, we got choppers like Sacario
They just caught you loafing at the Krogers
Now you gotta go
FaceTime me like it's a match
Don't hit me back
You play with the gang, your shit go splat
Just got whacked

Interpretation for


Add Interpretation

Add extended interpretation

If you know what the artist is talking about, can read between the lines, and know the history of the song, you can add interpretation to the lyrics. After checking by our editors, we will add it as the official interpretation of the song!

Latest added interpretations to lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Interpret