Tsh, huh

All gas, no brakes unless it's with your bitch

Big pointers on my ear, look like Lilo, Stitch

Finna unfollow my homie, **** tender dick (No way, Hozay)

Tuh, switchy on the strap

Stupid **** catch a bullet quicker than a slant

Your bitch want my son, told the bitch I ain't no plant

Big backend, got me feelin' like an ant (Ayy)

Big FN, I got rich best friends

Sega Genesis, had to blow that bitch back in

Get 'em blew, turn 'em to a ghost, Ms. Pacman

Shoot fifty, then throw the extra clip back in

Served a **** all shake like a quick lap dance, huh

Hit his bitch, now he wanna kill Cash Kidd, huh

My girlfriend boyfriend a dweeb

She all in my thread 'cause I sold her a dream

Boy, please, I can't argue with no geek, you pathetic

You found out your bitch was cheatin' and start treatin' her better, huh

Ayy, I got more bills than the state Alabama

I hit your bitch off a blunt, I'm J. Alexanders

Them boys beggin' me for hits, straight out the slammer

With my brother at your door, I ain't Shilo Sanders

Sloppy with the throat and ain't got no manners

My hand under your girl dress like Shai Alexander

You **** frontin' like Rosa Parks

All these hoes these **** cuffed, they belong to Marc, huh (Me)

I'm in the striker, havin' sex in a stolen car

Got two chicks with me like Noah's Ark

On the boat with your baby mama, nails glowin' dark

She finna treat my dick like the world's longest straw (Hahaha)

Ayy, huh, your bitch want backshots, but I closed the bar

Huh, you little **** poor (Broke)

Every time it's smoke, I bring it to a **** door (Ayy)

Yeah, big pointers on my earrings like a fork

We ain't worried 'bout a damn thing, **** dorks

Ooh, a switch on me on airplane in New York

Big money, feel like BandGang on a whore (Uh-huh)

Yeah, boy, I'm bust down like a tour (Yup)

I can see the whole fuckin' town from my porch, stupid-ass ****

Bitch said I look twenty-five, I'm in my light thirties

She comin' home with me, she put on a white jersey

Fucked her first night, woke up and booked her flight early

Shooter while I'm cookin' Jamaican food, yeah, I'm like Curry

Cash Kidd want me on this bitch? I'm 'bout to snap like him

Both our name Kid? Fuck it, might as well act like him

This a Don C., why would I lie? I ain't gon' cap like you

Bitch, call me when you done bleedin', don't call me when you back cyclin' (Cyclin')

Thirty pointers in my chain, it's in the second quarter

Told my ex to dump me, I ain't shit and it was better for her

I can't trust a bitch, she live in Vegas and she never whore

Give me my motherfuckin' Louis, I don't need wine when I'm in the store

And every time I'm in the store, I spend five or better

Late up on your payment? Yeah, aight, you gotta pay me extra

**** get 'round hoes and start to lyin', say they pressed me? Never

Had to kick the bitch up out the whip, she fuckin' up my leather

And who the fuck say I'm hidin' like we ain't outside?

Put them babies on you, they tryna eat, bitch, it's chow time

Sendin' through five hundred shells if it's about mine

Gang finally caught they first hat, ****, about time

You really think you fuckin' with me? Put a dub up

Throwin' ones and all the strippers turn the club up

Yeah, if you got a victim to your name, hold your gun up

You ain't never seen a hun' or better? Shut the fuck up

Fifty-dollar jeans up on my body, but it's bands in 'em

Made that shit a play about some money, know my hand's in it

Tryna flip your cash? Talk to me, this ain't no scam, ****

Bitch pussy a waterpark for real, did my dance in it

That lil' bitch that you love, I be playin' in her throat (What?)

Got the button on this bitch, press this shit like a remote

All that talkin', dog a ho, when we bump "Murder She Wrote"

All the opps in the new 'za, so it's murder what I smoke

Like, roll another pussy

If I catch him and he slippin', then I'm murderin' that pussy (Go)

I'm a vet' with this shit, **** know I ain't no rookie

On the edge with a fully, **** know they ain't gon' push me, **** (Woo)

It's like everything I am, these **** try to be (What?)

Do she cream or she squirt? That's what I'm tryna see (Yeah)

Off a E, ****, F you, don't even got a G (Yeah)

Any alter', then I'm clutchin' like I gotta pee