She Sleep! Cash Kidd

[Intro]
(Damn, [?], go crazy)
(I like that, Anton)

[Verse 1]
Alright, I had enough
Hope these niggas don't think shit sweet ’cause we ran it up
Niggas old as hell still hatin', sad as fuck
Broke boy, only time it's fair is when you catch the bus
You can’t fuck with me, just face it, wrap it up
Feel like Melvin, mama yellin', "Zip that loose jacket up"
In a mansion seein' shadows like I'm Juice WRLD
Caught him lackin', he got stuck up like a cute girl
Courtside, I see 'em hatin' from the nosebleed
Boy, this ain't no picnic, but I got floor seats
Man, I know she hate it that her nigga so damn dorky
Can’t tell if that’s the Wock' or the opps screamin’, "Poor me"
You niggas lame as hell to me, hardcore geeks
I'm tucked off in the hills, knotted up like I got sore feet
Heard you fallin' off your bread like a corned beef
Arguin' with your bitch, smokin’ tails, hatin' on me
I'm tellin' you, it's regular, the money, cars, etcetera
The opps ain't no competitors, we nailin' 'em like manicure
Stop comparin' me to amateurs, boy, check my catalog
Got her made like Cinderella, that's why your bitch had a ball
She pull up and neck me off, two thumbs up like analog
Do you got some cash or nah? Hoein' niggas, Santa Claus
She said without me, she incomplete, she rather catch the ball
Rappers so damn weak, I turn the volume low like jackin' off