In the cut Video (MV)

Yeah, f-f-f-four O five shit, Real Zayvan shit you don't even know
Yeah, Posted in the cut like peroxide
Eyes low but I'm locked in, money hella long
I ain't talkin' bout no stock trends
Niggas moving funny, I don't keep a lot of friends
Same niggas that be snaking be the same ones that be watchin'
Okay, Phones on dnd, only cash would let the ring in
Niggas want the smoke, then it's up, ain't no breathing
Middle finger f*cked up to tell you how I feel things
Damn she on a dot, but it was head I kept receiving
I'm in designer like I came up with a barcode
Pockets fat as hell, I should charge you for a carload
Keep it 100, nah, I don't do no part shows
Cut em' off so quick, leave em' salty like some charcoal
Yeah, I'm posted where it's ugly, ain't no sunshine
Still gon' make a flip, turn a dime into lunchtime
Bitch, I'm on the grind, I don't sleep, I don't unwind
Tell em' keep the feelings, I don't need them bitch I'm just fine
Yeah, I'm posted like a street sign, still on that go-mode
Shorty wanna vibe, but I'm thinkin' bout that dough
I don't never trust nobody, keep the blicky where my coat go
We catch an opp, we make em drop, we flash the beam just like a photo
Cops be slidin' through, so we switchin' to a rental
Playin' with my bread, you get popped just like a Woo
Game so f*ckin' tight, they can't touch my credentials
I ain't want yall niggas bitches, all y'all bitches was essentials
Gas so loud, had to crack the damn window
Bitch talk crazy, get deleted like the venmo
I don't got no time for no stress or the tempo
Heart get cold, I been movin' off the impulse
Posted where it's ugly, ain't no sunshine
Still gon' make a flip, turn a dime into lunchtime
Bitch, I'm on the grind, I don't sleep, I don't unwind
Tell em' keep the feelings, I don't need them bitch, I'm just fine
Posted where it's ugly, ain't no sunshine
Still gon' make a flip, turn a dime into lunchtime
Bitch, I'm on the grind, I don't sleep, I don't unwind
Tell em' keep the feelings, I don't need them bitch, I'm just fine
Keep your feelings to yourself, baby
I'm not the one that you should tell, baby
Don't mean to put you on the shelf, baby
But lately you've been crazy
I've been thinkin' how you shape me and gate me
Damn, I keep on runnin', but I don't think I'm escaping
Pencil to the paper, bitch, I'm poppin', bitch, I'm pacing
Pilot runnin', mileage, bitch, I push it and I'm racing
Double diamond sides, it don't matter where it's facing
My heart is racin', it's risin' up
Damn, I didn't get to fine until I got my double cup
Damn, this shorty really did whatever, she would've even swallow nut
I put my dicky, ricky, sticky, blicky, ricky in her f*ckin' guts
And now she's screamin', somebody help her
Somebody help her
Yo, Yo
Yo, Help, Yo
Shut the f*ck up, ayy
If you ain't pussy, nigga, buck up, ayy
If you's broke, then get your buck up, ayy
You ain't a pimp, then you a sucker
Lettin' bitches play you, will destroy you, on my mother
You can beat her pussy in, you can treat her like no other
She be goin' around her friends, niggas sayin' that y'all lovers
You can give her what she wanted, but she still gon' make you suffer
And I ain't gon' lie, she's got your brother with no rubber
Posted in the cut, where it's ugly and no sunshine
Still gon' make a flip, turn a dime into lunchtime
Bitch, I'm on the grind, I don't sleep, I don't unwind
Tell him, keep the feelings, I don't need them bitch, I'm just fine
Posted in the cut, where it's ugly and no sunshine
Still gon' make a flip, turn a dime into lunchtime
Bitch, I'm on the grind, I don't sleep, I don't unwind
Tell him, keep the feelings, I don't need them bitch, I'm just fine
Yeah, Bitch, I'm just fine
I'm just fine
Yeah, I'll be just fine