Cut All That (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Patrick Houston/Virgil René Gazca/Jordan Houston

Composed by：Patrick Houston/Virgil René Gazca/Jordan Houston

Produced by：Hitkidd

When you fake it 'til you make it

You don't wanna fake it too much where people can call you out on your bullshit

You don't wanna walk around with fake jewelry because

One day somebody with some real jewelry

Or somebody that can spot fake jewelry is gonna call you out

Do not cap especially when it comes to women

Don't be cappin' to women because

Women gon' be able to call you on your bullshit

Uh-huh fuck all that

Fuck all that

All that fake it 'til you make it shit fuck all that

Fuck all that

On my grind 'til I get it nigga fuck all that

Fuck all that

All that fake love shit need to cut all that

Cut all that

Fuck all that

Fuck all that

Fuck all that

Fuck all that

Stand on business when you see me nigga fuck all that

Fuck all that

Quit explainin' me your answers fuck all that

Fuck all that

I'm tired of givin' people chances fuck all that

Fuck all that

Niggas hate to see you winnin' when you ballin' they foul you

I never do the shit you niggas do to go viral

And these hoes tryna trap a nigga just to survive

She wanna have a nigga baby she don't wanna work 9 to 5

Man you can't trust these niggas no further than you can throw 'em

As soon as you go get you some paper they think you owe 'em

Give 'em chance after chance but they sit on they ass

Need to get rid of that baggage and go get 'em a bag

Fuck that you got the right one fresh as hell

Stomp a nigga out in some white 1s put some ice on it

Throwin' rocks and hidin' your hand you ain't no man you a bitch

Ain't no backtrackin' we gon' make you stand on that shit

Make you stand on that shit

Fuck all that

Fuck all that

All that fake it 'til you make it shit fuck all that

Fuck all that

On my grind 'til I get it nigga fuck all that

Fuck all that

All that fake love shit need to cut all that

Cut all that

Fuck all that

Fuck all that

Fuck all that

Fuck all that

Stand on business when you see me nigga fuck all that

Fuck all that

Quit explainin' me your answers fuck all that

Fuck all that

I'm tired of givin' people chances fuck all that

Fuck all that

Why you lettin' people run you over?

Eugh

That ain't actin' sober

Eugh

Life can be a highway it can run you over

Vipers and cobras weighin' on your shoulders

Tss

Pressure bust pipes and you gettin' older

Why you dealin' with that mess and all that stress?

Why?

He be beatin' the brakes up off you you tryna guess

Is the love pure or fake? Need to keep it real

He just keepin' you around 'cause you payin' bills

Still crackin' seals smokin' weed poppin' pills

PlayStation with his homies Macaroni Tony

You prayin' to God but to yourself don't keep it true

Accordin' to your faith it's gon' be done to you

Fuck all that

Fuck all that

All that fake it 'til you make it shit fuck all that

Fuck all that

On my grind 'til I get it nigga fuck all that

Fuck all that

All that fake love shit need to cut all that

Cut all that

Fuck all that

Fuck all that

Fuck all that

Fuck all that

Stand on business when you see me nigga fuck all that

Fuck all that

Quit explainin' me your answers fuck all that

Fuck all that

I'm tired of givin' people chances fuck all that

Fuck all that