[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
I can see it from the back, she got a camel toe
Keep a snack with me, I ain't Shaggy, though
The bitch I just blocked, you would sniff her pantyhose
(I’m Kured)
Bought a pint to face it, I ain't petty, though
Shit, might as well pour it, Maya Angelou
She asked do I got a bitch, several
When that nickel load, this ain't The Amanda Show
Think about it before you try me, ain’t no free samples
Got your bitch lowkey like a piano
Pull up in a Benz and speed off in a 'Hawk, Seattle
Killers with me waitin' on my snap like a deep tackle
They waitin' on my word, they tellin' me, "Preach, pastor"
She keep askin' what's that taste in my Peach Fanta?
Madе a mean bitch turn her rude off, call mе Santa
Got a box talkin' back to me like Ring cameras
Ooh, trappin’ ain’t dead, niggas terrified
Boy, I took a shot for them M's, call me Cheddar Bob
I was finna cuff that bitch, but nevermind
I put me in front of everything like leprechaun
I’ma always put the money over that bitch every time
Every town, I got traps everywhere at Jerry Town
A blind nigga could get slapped, he better recognize
Ayy, I got Palm on like a back massage
Fresh as hell, woke up, feelin' blessed from God
Laughin' at your team, your puny-ass huddle
Finna ball on 'em again just like last summer
When I say I spiked my punch, it ain’t brass knuckles
Pop the top and throw some dirt in like a trash dumpster
Broke bitch was sleepin' on the kid, hope that nap worth it
Know you see me fuckin' up this chicken like a black person
Watch me get the bag and run it like I snatched purses
I can see it from the back, she got a camel toe
Keep a snack with me, I ain't Shaggy, though
The bitch I just blocked, you would sniff her pantyhose
(I’m Kured)
Bought a pint to face it, I ain't petty, though
Shit, might as well pour it, Maya Angelou
She asked do I got a bitch, several
When that nickel load, this ain't The Amanda Show
Think about it before you try me, ain’t no free samples
Got your bitch lowkey like a piano
Pull up in a Benz and speed off in a 'Hawk, Seattle
Killers with me waitin' on my snap like a deep tackle
They waitin' on my word, they tellin' me, "Preach, pastor"
She keep askin' what's that taste in my Peach Fanta?
Madе a mean bitch turn her rude off, call mе Santa
Got a box talkin' back to me like Ring cameras
Ooh, trappin’ ain’t dead, niggas terrified
Boy, I took a shot for them M's, call me Cheddar Bob
I was finna cuff that bitch, but nevermind
I put me in front of everything like leprechaun
I’ma always put the money over that bitch every time
Every town, I got traps everywhere at Jerry Town
A blind nigga could get slapped, he better recognize
Ayy, I got Palm on like a back massage
Fresh as hell, woke up, feelin' blessed from God
Laughin' at your team, your puny-ass huddle
Finna ball on 'em again just like last summer
When I say I spiked my punch, it ain’t brass knuckles
Pop the top and throw some dirt in like a trash dumpster
Broke bitch was sleepin' on the kid, hope that nap worth it
Know you see me fuckin' up this chicken like a black person
Watch me get the bag and run it like I snatched purses
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