[Intro: Cash Cobain]
Tss
[Verse 1: Cash Cobain]
I am with the smoke so if I don't know you, don't get too close
Please don't think shit sweet, if a nigga run up, it's Murder, She Wrote
Slizzy, I'm givin' 'em hope, I really be outside, I'm with the Pope
Baby girl, keep on your clothes and open your mouth up, I want your throat
She suckin' it good, she lovin' the wood, I think I might give her a stroke
She come from the hood, she misunderstood, I told her, "I already know"
I fucked her one time then after that I had to pass that bitch to the bro (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube), fo' sure
[Verse 2: Quavo & Cash Cobain]
Keep the bitch out of the dough
Lil' ratchet lil' shit from the hood, she put that shit on, she get on the floor (Yeah)
I'm snatchin' that lil' baby soul (Snatchin' that soul)
Lil' bitch exotic, I'm smokin' exotic, we ready for smoke
We havin' guns and drugs, she still, she tellin' she wanna go (Yeah)
Overly pushin' my pockets, I'm Cash Cobain (Cash)
Yeah, bottles on bottles, she thirsty, now who want a drank? (Soo)
Hm, young nigga makin' them birds, brrt, sing (Yeah)
I'm in New York like a Knick' with your bitch in the paint (Let's go; tss)
[Verse 3: Cash Cobain & Quavo]
I'm in New York, but I got this lil' bitch in the A (Woo)
And she wanna come with some friends, I told her I'm puttin' bitches on a plane (Bang)
I just now back out the Benz, the bitches, she left, now, she wanna stay (Phew)
I'm really the Slizzy, these bitches be be wit' it, they wanna put me on a tray (Slizzy)
I'm a dog, I'm a stray (Rrr), I'm outside with a K (Outside)
Shots fired, broad day (Fah), bitch gon' fuck me in the hallway (Slide)
You the baddest in the state (Bad), and your ass the fattest in the state (Fat)
Put you on a platter, on the plate (Soo), fucked his bitch, now the nigga wanna hate
Tss
[Verse 1: Cash Cobain]
I am with the smoke so if I don't know you, don't get too close
Please don't think shit sweet, if a nigga run up, it's Murder, She Wrote
Slizzy, I'm givin' 'em hope, I really be outside, I'm with the Pope
Baby girl, keep on your clothes and open your mouth up, I want your throat
She suckin' it good, she lovin' the wood, I think I might give her a stroke
She come from the hood, she misunderstood, I told her, "I already know"
I fucked her one time then after that I had to pass that bitch to the bro (And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube), fo' sure
[Verse 2: Quavo & Cash Cobain]
Keep the bitch out of the dough
Lil' ratchet lil' shit from the hood, she put that shit on, she get on the floor (Yeah)
I'm snatchin' that lil' baby soul (Snatchin' that soul)
Lil' bitch exotic, I'm smokin' exotic, we ready for smoke
We havin' guns and drugs, she still, she tellin' she wanna go (Yeah)
Overly pushin' my pockets, I'm Cash Cobain (Cash)
Yeah, bottles on bottles, she thirsty, now who want a drank? (Soo)
Hm, young nigga makin' them birds, brrt, sing (Yeah)
I'm in New York like a Knick' with your bitch in the paint (Let's go; tss)
[Verse 3: Cash Cobain & Quavo]
I'm in New York, but I got this lil' bitch in the A (Woo)
And she wanna come with some friends, I told her I'm puttin' bitches on a plane (Bang)
I just now back out the Benz, the bitches, she left, now, she wanna stay (Phew)
I'm really the Slizzy, these bitches be be wit' it, they wanna put me on a tray (Slizzy)
I'm a dog, I'm a stray (Rrr), I'm outside with a K (Outside)
Shots fired, broad day (Fah), bitch gon' fuck me in the hallway (Slide)
You the baddest in the state (Bad), and your ass the fattest in the state (Fat)
Put you on a platter, on the plate (Soo), fucked his bitch, now the nigga wanna hate
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