XV - Cut Grass lyrics

(Woah, Woah, Woah)

Super Duper Vizzy rollin' Uber
Through the City
The loser who be winnin', now he do the?
(aye) dude be gettin' bizzy
Every tune is stupid witty
Got the crew, a slew of bitties
Now tell me who is with me, with me, with me
Hold up (hold up)
Got the shit to roll up (roll up)
Got it rigged to blow up (blow up)
Got the shit, I'm Joker
Yeah we roll it don't you pass it up
Tell the haters, "Pack it up"
Tank on full, don't gas me up
Sticks is gone, grass is cut

(Hold up)
Open doors steppin' off the ocean floor
(drippin')
Commodore, how I ride the '64 (whippin')
Comin' for, anyone who want a war (trippin')
No carnivals, all my dogs is carnivores!
(yee) crew like Wu Tang
But we move just like the Tribe (yeah)
Tie like shoes strings you can't
See it in my eyes (yeah)
Got this boo thang
She just flew in on my side
She wanna do "doo dah"
But I cannot do the lines manager calls
On point like I handle the ball
Never I fall, slip and I stand up so tall
I really been plannin' it all
Been on islands that's private kept
The iPhone on private
I write the scripts they gon' buy it
Then shoot the pilot like pirates (baow)
You-know, how-we, be in-a, car,?
Two, tone, buttered, seats that's-a,? (ha)
Black excellence, trap elegance
Move weight like fat elephants
Feds hate it, ain't have evidence
Now we make it off rap elements (ooh)
I'm a chill nigga
Don't do clubs or chinchillas
Before DiNero, I'll meet you fuckers
I'm Ben Stiller, no one been realer
I'm takin this shit hella far
Takin' the lid off the jar
Niggas they bit every bar, cut all the?
You ridin'? Then get in the car

Call me

Super Duper Vizzy rollin' Uber
Through the City
The loser who be winnin', now he do the?
(aye) dude be gettin' bizzy
Every tune is stupid witty
Got the crew, a slew of bitties
Now tell me who is with me, with me, with me
Hold up (hold up)
Got the shit to roll up (roll up)
Got it rigged to blow up (blow up)
Got the shit, I'm Joker
Yeah we roll it don't you pass it up
Tell the haters "Pack it up"
Tank don't full, don't gas me up
Sticks is gone, grass is cut