F**k w/ Me (feat. Cash Click Mylo)

Just got the call, my dog say it's game time

He just made a play for sixty K but at the same time

June finna touch, he fresh off the main line

We finna set the city on fire, boy I ain't lyin'

**** this the family, everybody Cash Clickin'

I don't know where I'm headed, I just know I'm on a cash mission

She ain't tryna fuck, I'm gone, I ain't ass kissin'

Lookin' for Rihanna 'cause I got a thing for bad bitches

Fuck with me, I don't think them **** should

If you lookin' for a boss, pull up and ask to speak to Boog

North Central or the South, my name good in either hood

Sleepin' on me, this forty make a **** sleep for good

Ever since a young age I been in that shit

Never been a problem starter, I just finish shit

ST up in this bitch, SB up in this bitch

And they'll do a **** dirty, I done witnessed it, ****

Say low, we still keep it J-O

My jump out **** still on the payroll

I take an eight ounce out the blick and fill it back up with Karo

This my year, I'm finna act an A-hole, but ayy though

I hear **** tryna get me broke off

Behind some **** that I had to rope off

They know I keep that plastic and they know that I'll squeeze it

They pussy and I'm startin' to believe it, fuck with me

This ain't Savage Life or Webbie

My lil **** totin' heavy and they ready

So tell them **** fuck with me

Why you tryna squash the beef?

Just bought a chopper that's gon' knock him off his feet

Feet ****, fuck with me

**** talkin' sneakin' Boog

Then we drill him, bitch I wish a **** would

I wish a **** would fuck with me

We ain't hidin', we in the hood

Cash Click bitch, let's get this understood

We in the hood bitch, fuck with me

I really know y'all, bitch I'll pull your fuckin' ho card

Trippin' off 'caine like I'm O-Dog

I ain't trustin' no broad

'cause she'll have them **** up in your yard

Free my **** Daddy on the phone yard

I'm finna sew the game

My **** Red said you gotta Bogard

I got this big bro, I'm finna go hard, fuck with me

Don't get this shit confused, I ain't a rap ****

I done robbed ****, I done whacked ****

Shout out my brodie Shy 'cause he a trap ****

And this MCM bag, it got a MAC in it

So fuck with me, bitch and we'll tear the whole scene up

They know it's murder season so them **** tryna team up

Willie in the cut and you know he got that beam tucked

Playin' with street sweepers bitch, get your ass cleaned up

Bounced fresh out of jail and got my green up

I'm in a Rollie and an Audi pourin' lean up

So fuck with me

This ain't Savage Life or Webbie

My lil **** totin' heavy and they ready

So tell them **** fuck with me

Why you tryna squash the beef?

Just bought a chopper that's gon' knock him off his feet

Feet ****, fuck with me

**** talkin' sneakin' Boog

Then we drill him, bitch I wish a **** would

I wish a **** would fuck with me

We ain't hidin', we in the hood

Cash Click bitch, let's get this understood

We in the hood bitch, fuck with me