"No Statements Lyrics"
Kuttem Reese Ft. Lil Durk Lyrics
Look, we ain't getting on no live, nigga
We ain't sending out no threats, nigga, look
Who the fuck is KuttEmReese?
Who the fuck is that? (Who is that?)
I'm finna show you right here
I'm finna show you right here
Look
We ain't sending out no texts, nigga
We ain't getting on no live talking about beef and sending out threats, nigga
All you niggas crashin', follow the blind and you crash next, nigga
Baby Joe can go on that ace of spades to come out as that nigga
Every time I come, I come direct, nigga, get your aim right
He let out sixty-two shots, in five attempts, must they aim right?
I wasn’t even dead you missed your target and I was in plain sight
Plain car, everybody get laced up and get them things right
Fuck the red and blue lights, we still gon slide, we doing it the same night
I just got the drop, yeah, after this light, just make the same right
Stretch gang, she must say I scrap know that she a dang dyke
You sent your stepper and guess what happened, that nigga lost his damn life
I got em hot, I know he mad I got em out his element
He IG Live talkin' paperwork, but he ain't got no evidence
How the fuck Imma rapper and be KuttEm Reese if I'm supposed to be on that telling shit
I would have caught a flight and went with 6ix9ine if I was on that federal shit
Y'all ain't really care about y'all nigga
Y'all just made him shirts
Like the other side, them boys ain't never slide, I know they family hurt
I'm runnin with them Z's, but you know me, I grew up in church
This for that nigga screamin', "Pressure!" Til' he in the dirt
For that nigga screamin', "Pressure!" Til' he in the dirt
Rrahh, rrahh, CKN, bitch
Smurk
Hah, I'm with real gang members in this bitch right now, real killers for real, bro
Get on niggas asses, you fuck with them niggas, we don't give out passes
Them niggas was bragging, get on their ass and turn they brothers ashes
Dissing me ain't safe, this shit for real, my shit gon' come with caskets
I hang with some takers, they ain't with me, if you catch them niggas asking
Lil' bro give headshots for real
Calm bro down, he off two pills
Slide on opps, bro got the wheel
Black box on the Glock for real
Roll my dawg got two Glocks for real
Dude ass head got shot and lived
I don't let hoes come to the crib, for the cash they'll drop yo' lo' for real
I'm a gangsta, shit, I'm a Chiraq baby, what's this like? It's like Iraq, baby
You ain't a ho, I know you like that, baby
That highspeed in that Hellcat crazy
Why you playin'? Ain't no Glock on safety
Switch his tush that top go crazy
Lil' bro treat that Glock like Brady
Drugs and lean, I'm juiced up daily
What red light? I'm not Toosii, baby
We don't stop at those, you crazy?
I just paid my dawg his bond, I just paid my lawyer eighty
Like, wait, bro, you gotta pause for this
Ayy, bitch, take off your drawers for this
Ayy, snitch, what you gon' call this shit?
I'm rich, free all my dawgs again
Let's get it
Yeah, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
Mm
Mm, mm, mm
You can hear them chains clickin' in this motherfucker
Gang, gang, gang
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