Cutta Chase – Feed Off Rap Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- Cuts up, hong kong fuey with some numb chucks
- Fucking with some beards you been fucking with some bum fluff
- Spitting? you just slipping like you tripping on some gum stuck
- Numb-nuts, spitting you just singing with your tongue stuck,
- Drugged up? nah im just bunnin on my skunk bruv,
- Punk love, piffing you just spinning ina club fucked,
- Dumb sluts, drinking into thinking that your loved up,
- Thumbs up, for thinking with your fingers when your lucks up,
- Trust bruv these girls are getting dumb bruv
- Chicks are on some honey trap shit, they'll get you done bruv,
- Gun bucked, man are moving raggo in the slums cuz,
- Trust bruv, man are packing ammo like some gun thugs,
- Dumb fucks, i be bout my business and my funds bruv,
- One love, living, ive been piffing on my skunk fucked,
- Cutta chase cutting to the chase up on you young buds,
- Cutta chase pumping up the bass, fucking drums up
Chorus x2
- Breathe feed off rap
- Cheesed green leaves we get p's off that
- Real recognise real, no rebore raps
- Be real yo fuck all that ego crap
Verse 2
- Blunted face its cutta chase the hot rocker
- New day out in uk, no mod - rocker
- Whats proper, im just that random slang clock watcher,
- Im just spitting you just slipping like a shop mopper,
- Little man n now they call him bog trotter
- Middle man, now they call him top shotter
- Banging on my drum i was damaging my lungs
- I was prang n getting dun, man getting bunned no hot crosser,
- Strong posture, stand your ground, or get boxed proper,
- Its a jungle where you rumble, for a job offer,
- Yh im humble but i'll jump you if you got copper,
- Ruff n tumble or get mocked proper, kozzie man,
- You either singing or you spitting, or you nodding fam,
- Chopping chang, pot n pan popping, or your shotting man
- Slipping or your tripping or your sniffing on a dodgy gram
- Fibbing or your bitching - must be women if your not a man!!
Chorus x2
- Breathe feed off rap
- Cheesed green leaves we get p's off that
- Real recognise real, no rebore raps
- Be real yo fuck all that ego crap
verse 3
- This game all's going nuts
- This strains got my brain like its blowing up
- Flowing nuts i aint changed im just growing up
- Rollin up, getting in my frame, like im going nuts,
- Smoking nuff, cracking couple cans let it open up,
- Load it up, i had a couple fans now im blowing up,
- Smoking up, had a couple grams now im phoning up,
- Another brother with another rubber band folding up,
- Hold it up, this is for my brothers with loada grub,
- Holding drugs, hitting up the road, with an o of dust,
- Loading up a shotty in the botty when we smoking up,
- Load n suck slim skins, when we rolling up,
- Know the stuff, music with a meaning for my older ones,
- Rollin up, breathing to the ceiling with an o of skunk
- Roll a blunt breath in to your feeling that you floating up
- Know the funk dreaming is believing get your doe n run
Chorus x2
- Breathe feed off rap
- Cheesed green leaves we get p's off that
- Real recognise real, no rebore raps
- Be real yo fuck all that ego crap