Crazy Cash Kidd

[Intro]
Damazin Beats

[Verse 1]
Studs 'round here acting tough like I won't still smack 'em
Shared an opp's song on my page but I'ma still whack 'em
Your mans died some years back and I'm still laughing
Drop whatever when I pull up like my friends stranded
Cut straight into a cougar, she said, "Boy, you real managed"
Gave her my TextNow number 'cause she actin' real fanish
Doing fraud, punching everything like Vice City
That cookie in bowls loud like Rice Krispies
Up dog shit, my nigga said I'm bold as hell
'Cause you with a bitch for all her money, now she poor as hell
She think I like her, I can tell this bitch don't know me well
And she just asked me for some neck, this bitch ho'd herself
You watchin' Netflix in the trap, you think she runnin' errands
Like triple-A, catch you down bad, pull up and air it
I look like money for your bitch so why the fuck you staring?
You gon' get yo' baby dropped like a clumsy parent
Boy, you knew that shit was fake, why the fuck you wear it?
My bitch said, "If this my dick, then why the fuck you share it?"
Hmm, damn, you got a point though
My brother died, I ain't drop a tear for boy
Whacked an opp then cried tears of joy
Damn, bitch, where the fuck was you when I needed you?
Told you my plans, you ain't see it through, ha, ayy
And I hope that you are having the time of your life, ayy, ayy
Ayy, but think twice, yeah
That's my only advice
Ooh, ayy