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Kuttem Reese - No Statements (feat. Lil Durk) lyrics

Artist: Kuttem Reese

album: Kutt Dat Boy


Eh-eh, look
We ain't getting on no live, nigga
We ain't sending out no threats, nigga, look
Who the fuck is Kuttem Reese?
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 sendin' out no texts, nigga
We ain't gettin' on no live talkin' about beef and sendin' out threats, nigga (shh)
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 (out of here)
Every time I come, I come direct, nigga, get your aim right
He let out 62 shots, in five attempts, must they aim right? (Pussy)
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 (come on, come on)
Fuck the red and blue lights, we still gon' slide
We doing it the same night (right now, right now)
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 (right here)
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 (coward, coward)
How the fuck I'm a rapper and be Kuttem Reese if I'm supposed to be on that telling shit?
I would have caught a flight and went with 6iх9inе if I was on that federal shit (stupid)
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
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 (gang, gang, gang), hah
I'm with real gang members in this bitch right now (gang, gang)
Real killers for real, bro (gang, gang, gang, gang)
Get on niggas asses, you fuck with them niggas, we don't give out passes (let's get it)
Them niggas was bragging, get on their ass and turn they brothers ashes (brrah)
Dissing me ain't safe, this shit for real, my shit gon' come with caskets (facts)
I hang with some takers, they ain't with me, if you catch them niggas asking
Lil' bro give headshots for real (yeah)
Calm bro down, he off two pills (yeah)
Slide on opps, bro got the wheel (yeah)
Black box on the Glock for real (gang)
Roll my dawg got two Glocks for real
Dude ass head got shot and lived (let's get it)
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 (skrrt)
Why you playin'? Ain't no Glock on safety
Switch his tush that top go crazy
Lil' bro treat that Glock like Brady (let's get it)
Drugs and lean, I'm juiced up daily
What red light? I'm not Toosii, baby (I'm not Toosii)
We don't stop at those, you crazy? (Crazy)
I just paid my dawg his bond, I just paid my lawyer 80
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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