In The Cut – Ant Beale & Miles Chancellor

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Ooh, when we in the cut, please don’t bother niggas (Right, right)
But if we call you over, best to slide on niggas (Yeah)
I’ma give you notice for your squad to hit up (Whoa, whoa)
And continue to show you when you thought you get it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh (Yeah, yeah), different kind of niggas (Why?)
Like, “Oh you different, different,” like, “Oh you drippin’, drippin'” (Yeah, yeah)
Like, “Oh you spendin’, spendin’,” (Yeah) oh bitch, you fishin’, fishin’ (Why?)
You on a mission, mission, you say you independent (Uh)
Fuck around and have you in places you ain’t been
You behaving, might introduce you to A B (Yeah)
Your last nigga rap, but that the way that his chains clang (Right, right, right)
I don’t think that we in the business of same things (Right, right, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I be in the cut just like a knife, my nigga (Knife, yeah)
Tryna link, I drop a pin, and you can slide, my nigga (Yeah)
I ain’t tryna smoke but I can hit the liquor (Yeah, yeah)
Dana White up in this bitch (Yeah, yeah), I’m tryna kick it witcha (Whoa)
I been turnin’ up like I don’t need my liver
Every time we try to vibe, they keep on takin’ pictures (Whoa)
I’ma get this bag and that shit obvi’, nigga (Whoa)
Sippin’ Coquito with all my papi bitches (Whoa)
Aye, and the trap still jumpin’ (Jumpin’, jumpin’)
I left out the crib when nothin’, I can’t hold with somethin’ (I can’t hold with somethin’)
Yeah, whoa, you know how I’m comin’ (How I’m comin’)
The reset on the Gram, you know we up to somethin’
Yeah, ’cause we are (Are), hop inside the car (Car)
They look up to me and make a wish ’cause I’m a star (Star)
Scary ass niggas takin’ pictures from afar (Far)
Tattoos on my kneck soon as I left up out the bar, yeah

We had foes up on the couches and we wildin’ nigga (Wildin’, wildin’)
We got bottles of the Mo, where they on ice with niggas (On ice)
And we throwin’ up that Watson like we bombin’, nigga
It feel like we all back, now we got Thano with us (Yeah, yeah)
H-H-Had to call the dogs before they lined them niggas (Whoa, whoa)
I just got the drop, I don’t stand in line with niggas (Yeah)
Raising niggas, and I raise the bar for niggas (Oh, I)
Maybe that’s why I see reaching [?] so far for niggas (Yeah)
Yup, ain’t no rap cap (Why?)
This the real spill (Why?)
Said he squashed it, I can still see it in the field still (Why?)
No matter how much I eat, I could use another mill’ (Yeah)
I feel sorry for the fake that wanna feel real (Why?)
Shout out to the targets steady linin’, come and find me (Why?)
That shit forced my hand and really had to find me (Why?)
In that case, I might not have my lil’ mami (Yeah)
Had to boss up, even if it took a five-piece