[Intro: Marc E. Bassy] Yeah, yeah, yeah
Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Leave it behind for me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Leave it behind for me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Leave it behind for me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dave-O, make me a slap
Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Mozzy] Uh, check the call log, I hit you least a hundred times
I been on your line tryna cuff you for the summertime
You ain't double back 'cause they goofy, it ain't no wonder why
Fly high, baby, from caterpillar to butterfly
Text message lengthy, I'm simply finna just summarize
He been cuttin' into my candy, it's time to cut his ties
First you tell me, "Pull up", now you tellin' me, "Never mind"
Blood put his hands on you, I was there for you every time
Lookin' at the photo you sent me, it got me mesmerized
Like damn, I'm in love, quit playin' with a thug, yeah
I broke your heart and then you ran to that scrub
Made adjustments in your life, went from a boss to a dud
And the mainey part is that we ain't talk all these months
It's gettin' harder for me to front, ma, I know you the one
That's on bloods, baby
Yeah, I'm a thug, but don't forget that we need love, baby
So what it does, baby?

[Chorus: Marc E. Bassy] Oh girl, you better cut ties
Hey, babe, you better cut ties
Ayy, girl, you better cut every line that you had in your lifetime
Only here 'til the sun rise
Would you cut ties for me?
Cut ties for me now
Would you leave it all behind for me?
Leave it all behind for me now
Would you cut ties for me?
Cut ties for me now
Would you leave it all behind for me?
Leave it all behind for me

[Verse 2: Sage the Gemini] Hey, hey
Check your call log, I hit you least a hundred times
Seen you on Snap, seen your post about a hundred times
I put my face in it, I ain't stop 'til the morning time
The next day you couldn't walk, you came a hundred times
And I know you got a nigga, I know
I play my position, when you need me, let me know
That nigga start trippin', tell him he could come up missin'
So many Smiths at the table, Jada Pinkett talk show
You got that good, left my sheets white like the Ku Klux
I think I think about you now more than too much
They say you are what you eat (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to look like you in a few months
Ayy, bust down your neck and bust down your wrist
Shotgun in the S-Class, your nigga can't do it like this, ayy
Ballin' with no assist, ayy, fuck around, make 'em sick
Cut ties with your history, make these niggas pissed

[Chorus: Marc E. Bassy] Oh girl, you better cut ties
Hey, babe, you better cut ties
Ayy, girl, you better cut every line that you had in your lifetime
Only here 'til the sun rise
Would you cut ties for me?
Cut ties for me now
Would you leave it all behind for me?
Leave it all behind for me now
Would you cut ties for me?
Cut ties for me now
Would you leave it all behind for me?
Leave it all behind for me

[Post-Chorus: Marc E. Bassy] Yeah, yeah, yeah
Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Leave it behind for me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Leave it behind for me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Leave it behind for me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cut ties for me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro: Marc E. Bassy] Cut ties for me?
Cut ties for me now
Would you leave it all behind for me?
Leave it all behind for me now
Would you cut ties for me?
Cut ties for me now
Would you leave it all behind for me?
Leave it all behind for me