Mean Muggin Cash Kidd (Ft. Saucy E)

[Intro]
(PDot got that pack)

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
"Damn, Kidd, you so fake, I can't get a hold of you"
Nigga, go'n send that pape', you want me on a song with you
Price goin' up by the day, it's not negotiable
For these lines, niggas gotta pay, like I sold a deuce
Sorry, bae, the buffs dark, I ain't even notice you
Say she love me, dawg, I wouldn't believe her even if she showed me proof
He ain't know where the bullets came from, my dawg was on his roof
Yeah, we strapped, keep them poles on me like a photoshoot, huh
Yeah, I know you hatin' on the G.O.A.T., spreadin' rumors
I know she a chooser, bitch, you should've said that sooner
I'ma pass her to my dawg, then act like I never knew her
It ain't shit, I never sweat her, I ain't Freddie Krueger
Bitch, I sleep with the 40 like I'm havin' sex with cougars
Keep that bitch on me, I ain't gotta call no shooter
Flew your bitch out of town, you in the city callin' Ubers
Gave her backshots on the balcony like Martin Luther

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Ayy, forty thousand racks on me, I'll blow it right now like I ain't never had nothin'
Gotta keep a strap on me, wish I didn't, but I guess these niggas mad at somethin', huh
Niggas mad at somethin', huh
I guess the bag ain't jumpin'
Niggas stay mean muggin'