Troost Interlude by Kuttybear Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I need a g sauce with my wing pack
Bitch I need a pot with boiling water, 4 tea bags
I need a honey taste keeping my weed wrapped
She said "Kutty, boy you need some new weed raps"
I said maybe I need some new hoes
I need to be around people with goals, I need to see and believe and just go
I need to be with the team on the road
Watch for the fakes and the snakes
I know niggas who give all they cheese to who keeping the score
Behind the scenes kill your dreams on the low
Bitch you ain't heard a pimp this fly since TPAB
I mean he rap, but where’s the knowledge, knowledge?
I'm just honest
[Hook]
Oh you must think shit sweet huh?
Niggas lose everything they love where we from
I need options, options
You must think shit sweet huh?
What would you do for some change? Flip what you use for the pain
Dang, you must think shut sweet huh?
Niggas lose everything they love where we from
I need options, options
You must think shit sweet huh?
What would you do for some change? Flip what you use for the pain
You must think shit sweet huh?
[Verse 2]
I don't rep hoods cause none of this shit belongs to me
And I apply that same logic to women
So when I’m riding through your block, mind your business
Imma give her back, gimme a minute
Imma send her back with a permission slip, Nah I'm just playin
Nah but I'm sayin
I been the man, prophets be coughing when my shit hit fans
There the balloons, oh they poppin again?
Tell me, now why would I stop shit again? Oh yea
I need a g sauce with my wing pack
With an extra roll, oh bitch you solid, solid, I can call it
I must think shit sweet huh? They only pop shit for the streams huh? Obvious, its obvious. Promise, I promise
[Hook]
Oh you must think shit sweet huh?
Niggas lose everything they love where we from
I need options, options
You must think shit sweet huh?
What would you do for some change? Flip what you use for the pain
Dang, you must think shut sweet huh?
Niggas lose everything they love where we from
I need options, options
You must think shit sweet huh?
What would you do for some change? Flip what you use for the pain
[Verse 3]
That's why I always show KC love
Even when they didn't show me love
Remember when I used to bug Tee Dub
Tryna get on shows with some people that'll bring some
Had to sell tickets, had to text women, had to be different
Had to stand out. I showed my face, I peeped the scene, then booked my own shows, fuck a handout
Oh, you must think shit sweet huh?
Niggas yappin like they can compete huh
You lucky I'm lighting my weed up
Nah, you must think shit sweet huh?
Whole lot of 4 dollar bills
Bitch I been like the nuke in my town, so when duty calls, that's alot of kills
We was scooting through the city back when yall used to snap to Laffy Taffy
Back when peace & quiet made my daddy happy
Prior to when Monteque would let me cop them pills
I’m still me, huh?
I need a g sauce with my wing pack
Bitch I need a pot with boiling water, 4 tea bags
I need a honey taste keeping my weed wrapped
She said "Kutty, boy you need some new weed raps"
I said maybe I need some new hoes
I need to be around people with goals, I need to see and believe and just go
I need to be with the team on the road
Watch for the fakes and the snakes
I know niggas who give all they cheese to who keeping the score
Behind the scenes kill your dreams on the low
Bitch you ain't heard a pimp this fly since TPAB
I mean he rap, but where’s the knowledge, knowledge?
I'm just honest
[Hook]
Oh you must think shit sweet huh?
Niggas lose everything they love where we from
I need options, options
You must think shit sweet huh?
What would you do for some change? Flip what you use for the pain
Dang, you must think shut sweet huh?
Niggas lose everything they love where we from
I need options, options
You must think shit sweet huh?
What would you do for some change? Flip what you use for the pain
You must think shit sweet huh?
[Verse 2]
I don't rep hoods cause none of this shit belongs to me
And I apply that same logic to women
So when I’m riding through your block, mind your business
Imma give her back, gimme a minute
Imma send her back with a permission slip, Nah I'm just playin
Nah but I'm sayin
I been the man, prophets be coughing when my shit hit fans
There the balloons, oh they poppin again?
Tell me, now why would I stop shit again? Oh yea
I need a g sauce with my wing pack
With an extra roll, oh bitch you solid, solid, I can call it
I must think shit sweet huh? They only pop shit for the streams huh? Obvious, its obvious. Promise, I promise
[Hook]
Oh you must think shit sweet huh?
Niggas lose everything they love where we from
I need options, options
You must think shit sweet huh?
What would you do for some change? Flip what you use for the pain
Dang, you must think shut sweet huh?
Niggas lose everything they love where we from
I need options, options
You must think shit sweet huh?
What would you do for some change? Flip what you use for the pain
[Verse 3]
That's why I always show KC love
Even when they didn't show me love
Remember when I used to bug Tee Dub
Tryna get on shows with some people that'll bring some
Had to sell tickets, had to text women, had to be different
Had to stand out. I showed my face, I peeped the scene, then booked my own shows, fuck a handout
Oh, you must think shit sweet huh?
Niggas yappin like they can compete huh
You lucky I'm lighting my weed up
Nah, you must think shit sweet huh?
Whole lot of 4 dollar bills
Bitch I been like the nuke in my town, so when duty calls, that's alot of kills
We was scooting through the city back when yall used to snap to Laffy Taffy
Back when peace & quiet made my daddy happy
Prior to when Monteque would let me cop them pills
I’m still me, huh?