[Intro: Cash Kidd]
(Cloudy Beats)
Huh, ayy, bitch

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Your n***a a groupie, only to you, he a killer
He beggin' for a pic' like I'm hoopin' with the n***a
Huh, got it out the dirt, now they rootin' for a n***a
Chasin' ham like a farmer, I'm just scoopin' up some chicken
Feel like Ella Mai, I'm finna boot up in a minute
I was beggin' for some help, dawg, they wouldn't even listen
Use that shit as motivation, it's okay, I know they hatin'
Since you addin' your two cents, just don't ask for no donations
I can't hang around these rappers, they got dorky vibes
Big pointers on my neck like a porcupine
N***a, please hop off of my balls like a Pokémon
Huh, bad bitches in the mansion tryna photobomb
BeBе Kidd snuck zaza across the border line
I'ma keep on fingеr-fuckin' Nina, I'm a horny guy
Huh, bad bitch, no waist and she don't waste
Your bitch finished, you must got corona, you got no taste

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Fucked your bitch for three minutes, I'm in no shape, ayy
Hit a lick, then gon' spend that shit Dolce, ayy
Told a bitch, "Ho, you slippin', you in fourth place," ayy
Finna upgrade the mansion, I need more space, ayy
Need an ice cream truck 'cause you got short cake, ayy
Told her, "Slop me up, bitch, I need foreplay," ayy
Why the fuck would I care what a dork say? Ayy
Suited up, jewelry on like a court date, n***a
[Verse 2: Lil Nell]
Brodie think this COD, he got a gold Drac'
Rock a n***a with my ice on, that's a cold case
AMG coupe all white like some cocaine
And I promise that I'm done beefin' with you no-names
It only take one hollow to hit a n***a top
It only take one striker to spin a n***a block
Tough n***as be the main ones who turnin' to the cops
Broke bitches be the main ones fuckin' with the opps
I bet he disappear when I put that bread on his head
Let me make it clear, you can keep the pussy, I want head
Let a n***a step wrong, we gon' leave him with no legs
Gucci shirt, most n***as never seen a half a band
I put in work, bitch, I'm tryna make it for my fam'
You and your bitch broke, she can't even get you out no jam
I'm 'bout to ram your ho quick and make her call Sam
Bitch, I'm feelin' like a hunter how I'm stabbin' in the Lamb'

[Chorus: Cash Kidd & Lil Nell]
Fucked your bitch for three minutes, I'm in no shape, ayy (No shape)
Hit a lick, then gon' spend that shit Dolce, ayy ('Che)
Told a bitch, "Ho, you slippin', you in fourth place," ayy (Fourth place)
Finna upgrade the mansion, I need more space, ayy (More space)
Need an ice cream truck 'cause you got short cake, ayy (Uh)
Told her, "Slop me up, bitch, I need foreplay," ayy (Uh)
Why the fuck would I care what a dork say? Ayy (Ooh, ah)
Suited up, jewelry on like a court date, n***a
[Outro: Lil Nell]
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