Lyrics Key Glock – Cutthroat Committee

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Yeah, yeah
Hah
Let the band play
Ayy

Young Dolph:
Told my teacher «Dumb bitch, I’m gonna get millions» (Watch this)
In the projects, livin’ (Damn), spoke it ’til existence (Voilà)
I’m from where you can’t trust a soul, welcome to my city (Memphis)
Smokin’ Skittles, eatin’ M&Ms, my yoppa hold fifty (Hey)
Cutthroat committee (Yup), O-Dog, Menace (Society)
More change than 50 (What up?), got more cars than Diddy (On God)
I only weigh one-eighty but my watch cost two-fifty (Quarter)
Cutthroat committee (Soldier), cutthroat committee (Slim)

They say you can’t do that, I said «Okay, nigga, watch this» (Man)
Now I pull up in a Lambo just to smoke and pop shit (Pop)
Watched Roots last night, it got me on some Pac shit
Grandma tried to raise me right, but I got on some hot shit (Damn)
My real niggas with me, I don’t owe the block shit (Fuck ’em)
It was all fun and games when they had not shit (Fuck ’em)
Now all them rocks in his watch, he on some rock shit (It’s the rock)
I think I’m mixed with Japanese ’cause we keep chopsticks (Woo)
Remember being broke and hungry, only thang change (What?)
Yeah, I’m still hungry, but a nigga rich (Yeah)
They hate you to death and fake love when you die (Ball)
Damn, life a bitch (Ball, it’s Dolph)

Told my teacher «Dumb bitch, I’m gonna get millions» (Watch this)
In the projects, livin’ (Damn), spoke it ’til existence (Voilà)
I’m from where you can’t trust a soul, welcome to my city (Memphis)
Smokin’ Skittles, eatin’ M&Ms, my yoppa hold fifty (Hey)
Cutthroat committee (Yup), O-Dog, Menace (Society)

More change than 50 (What up?), got more cars than Diddy (On God)
I only weigh one-eighty but my watch cost two-fifty (Quarter)
Cutthroat committee (Soldier), cutthroat committee (Slim)

Key Glock:
Cutthroat committee, everybody totin’ extentions, yeah (Cutthroat)
Slidin’ through the city, and I got them semis with me, yeah (Skrrt)
When it come to paper, baby, you know we get plenty, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
You know we get plenty paper, bitch you know the business (Yeah, yeah)
Long bread like a Philly, I get cheese, bitch, you feel me? (Uh)
All ’em bitches feel me, couple niggas wanna kill me (What?)
Let that choppa hit him, he gon’ slide like he got heelies, yeah
Monkey ass nigga, carbon wheel, banana split ’em, yeah
Already know that we on go (On go)
Yeah, I told you once before, we cutthroat (Cutthroat)
We don’t stab backs, no, that ain’t how we roll (How we roll)
Yeah, bitch, I have been gettin’ dough, in the class, I had⁠—