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Cutthroat

Cutthroat

Triggergang

Альбом: Cutthroat
Длительность: 4:22
Год: 2025
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End up sleeping in the swamp. ain’t no love for us ain't scared to get mud on the boots.
Just think, where in the hell you ever been to see some shit like this.
You say white trash like it's a bad thing.
Roll up, light up, call us what you want.
This that home grown, go head, fuck with them white boys see if you don't get filled up with regret
Shit, never no most us crackers will fill yo ass up wit lead
Really put you to sleep with no bed especially out here in the sticks,
Where them snitches and bitches really do be ending up in the ditch
Aye, I'm just saying I'm glad to be, white trash

White trash, cutthroat with no mask
Lot king with no bling, savage with bad habits
Stashed it, come grab it

Bags of the green, some else stashed deep in the whip.
Talk slick, get flipped, laid flat thrown in the ditch.
Creep through, boots stuck in the mud.
Live by the code, die by the smoke no joke
Wake up blazed, got more clips to load.
Hope’s long gone, just burners and plenty of doin wrong
Hydro in the pack, jeans tucked with a strap in the back
Roll up loud while I’m chillin’ in the crib an get slayed
Product of the swamp, bred in the trailer park raised the same
Meth clouds linger, but I stick to the green shits a real creeper
Porch sittin’, no shirt, dogs barkin’ dealing hurt real grim reaper
Blunt half lit, spittin bars, givin’ no hope to a bitch
Made my own foes, ain’t borrowin’ shit believe it
Proved ‘em all wrong, still slidin’ with the heater blown
Swamp bred, lone wit my kin, no doubt stay away if you know
Grow my own green, keep the devil close to where we sleep
Come on test a cracker, an you gone see what I mean

Filthy shit ain’t scared to choke a bitch
Loud so thick, it’ll black out yo dome
Heart stay cold, smoke clouds gone roll
Step out of line, get buried where nobody goes

Built in the backwoods, born for the grime.
Hands like stone, breakin’ bones in my free time
Flag on the dash, plenty money blunt stuffed with the gas.
Trailer park gangster, white trash with some class.
Grill full of shine, but my home is whatever I live at
Test my tone, get your whole world flipped and cracked
Fence up high, keep the snakes out my yard see em in the back
Grow my own loud, every bud hittin’ hard that's the facts
Used to scrape pennies, now I stack my green with plenty enemies
Planted my dreams in the dirt, livin’ mean fuck round an get hurt
No plug, no trust, just a hustle and a blunt if you know what's up
Light up the night, leave ‘em shook in the dark wit no love
Swampy goon killer, got the county on lock try it if you think you tough
Bud so loud, make the law think twice before getting stopped
Step out stankin’, like I crawled up wit it from the sticks
Strap on my side, best believe it’s legit fuck round an get what you get

White trash, cutthroat with no mask
Lot king with no bling, savage with bad habits
Stashed it, come grab it

Swampy grown bud alone, ain’t no match still got fire.
Bud so dank, got the whole town wired believe it not a liar
Jars in the back, smell like trouble an sin if you get close to it
One hit deep, make your whole world spin if you think that well then
Grew up in the gutta, fools in the trailer tweakin
Wide awake still dreaming this bud so pure, make the devil wanna start preachin
No love, no trust, just a slug an whatever comes
Push me wrong, leave yo body where it was
Taught on the tech, raised rough, no slack.
Glock on my hip, put a hole in yo back
Talk that shit, get dropped, lit up or killed
Growin real dank really be smellin it for real
Real dirty menace, served time for doin crime
Every bud I grow’s a felony shit I'm growin time
Roll through the fog, let the smoke burn well
Home-grown hustle, I was born to grow an sell

White trash, cutthroat with no mask
Lot king with no bling, savage with bad habits
Stashed it, come grab it

Swamp bred, king of the muck, bow down.
Blunt loud, got the whole damn town on trial
Backroads flexin’ loaded not tucked no fucks real wild
Cross me, get slumped, left stuck in the mud no doubt
Swamp death what you thank burner in the jar, get your while dam crew the same day.
White an proud, put yo face on a shirt bitch, talk shit.
Step to close, get yo head split real quick that's a bet

If you pull up I'll shoot you in the head with this infrared and leave yo body in the dump