[Intro]
Just land all your beat, not let your bitch go, nigga

[Verse 1: Kasher Quon]
This the type of shit that a nigga just to vibe to
Ride in the whip, lay back, and get high to
When they see you gettin' money, they'll try you
But I don't trip, I got more sticks than a bamboo

It's 94 outside, and all the hoes lookin'
It's a thousand block parties, everybody
Grown hoes on my dick, 'cause they see me guilty
Big busty racks can see why they're lookin'

Take them back to the room, all them hoes fuckin'
If you gotta play your team, then them hoes stuffin'
Ride 'til the wheels fall, man, them hoes comin'
I'm tryna drop an icy chain, I got my nose runnin'

I make bands every day, 'cause I know somethin'
She fuck a boss, 'cause I can get them to a low number
See I'm up, now this bitch want my number
But I've been contactin' her since last summer

Don't nobody fuck with you, you're a well-known bluffer
And the bitch you got cuffed, a well-known stuffer
That bitch dirty, lil bro, I won't even touch her
She on the tip of my head, expectin' me to fuck her
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