Proud Cash Kidd

[Intro]
(I'm cured)

[Verse 1]
Caught a loudmouth in traffic, made him shut the fuck up
Heard the opps in the party, finna cut the fuck up
It's ironic how soon as I nut, I bust up
It's a lot of lame bitches I wish I could un-fuck
I was out here runnin' up a check, fuck a quarantine
Bitch know I'm him/him, so she gave up that her/she
Hard work pays off, these bullets, you earned these
This forty stay cocked like one of them Berenstains
Seen a nigga turn fiend, used to sell orange beans
Lookin' for my foreign key, this ain't no motherfuckin' key
Yeah, I nutted on her facе, but ain't no motherfuckin' bee
Jugged your mans with some fakе punches, WWE
Most Insta'-famous hoes well-known cocksuckers
Huh, shirt full of bugs like the Crocodile Hunter
Huh, jump stupid, bodies get caught like a crowdsurfer
Dior shirt full of CDs like Blockbuster, yeah

[Chorus]
I be in my bag, don't I? You can't even lie
Thought he was a demon, how he end up in the sky?
I don't want no credit, let them niggas get the props
Wrist got rocks, I can't even see the time, Mr. Fox
I think not, pull your panties back up, bitch, you tried
Huh, got bored, made it rain twenties in the crowd
Never did shit bogus, that's what's takin' me a while
Told my bitch, "You the coldest, you been makin' me so proud"