[Intro: Cash Kidd]
Yeah, huh
Ooh, scammers into tennis, huh, crackin' cars at Lennox
Huh, police flick us, who ain't got no record? I'm in Sprinter
Ayy
Ayy
[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Ooh, Glock just had a seizure, huh, your wifey been an eater
Ayy, new side bitch meaner than Matilda teacher
Ayy, ride in a two seater, just my writer and my reader
Ayy, everywhere I go, I bare arms like it's a beater
Ayy, she just wanna suck the damn wood, bitch a beaver
Ayy, I'm the plug, get it for the Lois like I'm Peter
In a bullеtproof sleeve at the drive-in gеttin' throated
Walk around, pants hangin' like I hop out the pool soakin’
Boy, trust, if it was us that hit your block, you would know it
Big metal hanging from that whip like a bulldozer
Let my bitch fuck my ho, yeah, shit feel good, don't it?
Ayy, real P's move in silence like pneumonia
Hold up, what in the fuck dude say? You don't want it
Shot the club up on a Tuesday, ILoveMakonnen
Hit your bitch last night, say she proud of my performance
I don't even remember who I'm texting, but she don't know it
[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Ayy, but say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, hm
Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, bitch
Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, ayy
Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, bitch
Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, ayy
Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, bitch
Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, ayy
Ayy, say I wasn't— ayy, ooh
Yeah, huh
Ooh, scammers into tennis, huh, crackin' cars at Lennox
Huh, police flick us, who ain't got no record? I'm in Sprinter
Ayy
Ayy
[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Ooh, Glock just had a seizure, huh, your wifey been an eater
Ayy, new side bitch meaner than Matilda teacher
Ayy, ride in a two seater, just my writer and my reader
Ayy, everywhere I go, I bare arms like it's a beater
Ayy, she just wanna suck the damn wood, bitch a beaver
Ayy, I'm the plug, get it for the Lois like I'm Peter
In a bullеtproof sleeve at the drive-in gеttin' throated
Walk around, pants hangin' like I hop out the pool soakin’
Boy, trust, if it was us that hit your block, you would know it
Big metal hanging from that whip like a bulldozer
Let my bitch fuck my ho, yeah, shit feel good, don't it?
Ayy, real P's move in silence like pneumonia
Hold up, what in the fuck dude say? You don't want it
Shot the club up on a Tuesday, ILoveMakonnen
Hit your bitch last night, say she proud of my performance
I don't even remember who I'm texting, but she don't know it
[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Ayy, but say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, hm
Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, bitch
Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, ayy
Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, bitch
Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, ayy
Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, bitch
Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, ayy
Ayy, say I wasn't— ayy, ooh
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