Cut Like Us (Blood Sustaz) [DJ Holiday Version]

Holiday season
Holiday season
Sexyy, I keep tellin' these **** we ain't ****in' with 'em
I'm tired of the fake shit, **** these hoes
This one for everybody who locked in with they real sisters
Who need friends, baby? We got family over here
Shout out my sis, Beisha, yo Pinkk, what up?
Real Blood, real sisters, **** ****, and we have it our way
Tay Keith, **** these **** up
Pretty Pinkk, you know what the **** goin' on
Ghetto Beisha, the **** you mean, bitch?
Holiday season
It's your favorite hood hottest princess, Sexyy mother****in' Red
St. Louis' finest
You know what the **** goin' on
Northside shit, bitch
I'ma get us out the hood with this one, on my kids
Yeah, it's just a whole lotta money shit
Whole lotta blood sister shit
Holiday season
On Blood

Baddest in the party, all these **** tryna see what's up
Popped out with my sisters, better know we got them weapons tucked
Had to switch the cars out, I pulled up in a rental truck
TTG we trained to go and these bitches ain't cut like us
We'll send it up with any bitch and that's for sure
I be on some cool shit, but I up the score
This ain't what you want, bitch, I'm just lettin' you know
If it's 'bout my sisters, then I'm at your throat

P-p-pull up these black trucks, we rock these shots, get drunk, I'll call my ho
I hopped out with my sisters, at your neck these bitches trained to go
His lil' bitch a gangsta from the North, we came through tuckin' poles
I'm locked in with some killers, say one word, they make your white meat show
I'm chunkin' Bloods and rockin' red, made it out the hood, my family good
Real trench bitch, still whoop a bitch, hate one on ones, lil' jumpin' shit
Got a problem with my people? Know I'm down to slap a bitch
Like Boosie said, yeah, we'll set it off in this bitch

Bitch, it's Ghetto Beisha, all my sisters tryna go
And y'all already know we ain't pressed about no hoes
And **** these dirty **** 'cause they homeless and they broke
A **** said I'm broke and I'm like, "Bitch, is this a joke?"
Me and all my sisters turnt up in designer stores
Play with mine, we ain't sparin' shit, bitch, we uppin' scores
Quick to slap a **** or a bitch, you know I'm bold
I'm a grown-ass lady, bitch, you better watch your tone

I-i-it's your girl, Nae-Nae, AKA, Big Broad Sexyy
I got my sisters with me, bitch, you know we trained and ready
All the cars sendin' fire and the gas tank on Freddy
I'm tryna keep it cool, don't piss me off, you know I'm petty
Northside bitch, we some dogs but we pretty
St. Louis' finest, we the hottest in the city
Never catch me lackin', no, I got my sisters with me
She thought we was finna fight so I pulled the Glocky out my titties

Baddest in the party, all these **** tryna see what's up
Popped out with my sisters, better know we got them weapons tucked
Had to switch the cars out, I pulled up in a rental truck
TTG we trained to go and these bitches ain't cut like us
We'll send it up with any bitch and that's for sure
I be on some cool shit, but I up the score
This ain't what you want, bitch, I'm just lettin' you know
If it's 'bout my sisters, then I'm at your throat