[Intro: Cash Kidd]
(I'm Kured)
Oh, Kure made this bitch
Ayy, ayy, I got whatever my n***a Kure beat any producer ass
Talkin' shit

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Tell bitch I wanna fuck even though her purse fake
Your mans in this bitch dirty as hell, shirt stank
She said, "Marc, when you gon' take me on our first date?"
Bitch must be dreamin', had to pinch her like her birthday
I can't wait to catch you n***as out like first base
Big-ass fin on me like a mermaid
Ask the last n***a, did him in the worst way
Yeah, n***a brains got spilled, Kirk Frank
Trust me, I done seen the real turn fake
Damn, almost upped the CPL, wrong Drac'
Yeah, pole can't fit in my pants, too much pape'
Louis pouch, stick hangin' out the bag like Shortcake, huh
Yes, banana clip on me, I will not slip
Feds did a sweep, still ridin' 'round with mopsticks
N***a, if you so fuckin' smart, why you not rich?
Bottom of my feet bloody like I did a dropkick

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
I'ma tell you right now, we whack bullies
Since he unbothered, make him relax fully
Bitch, what you chargin' for that weak-ass pussy?
Twenty-five hundred for this cheap-ass hoodie
Your bitch loyal, oh, you really think that, rookie?
I don't vent, I treat the mic like rehab to me
Yeah, she cute and all, but it's the kneecaps for me
Bitch said it's over, bet, just leave that money
[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
Bullets hit his head, he ain't see that comin'
After that weak-ass head, bitch, leave that money
She laughin' when I'm talkin', you think me that funny?
Ralfy, you too high, how you be that muddy?
Friends with benefits, you can't be that buddy
Gettin' money day and night, but this kid not Cudi
Smokin' stress in the stolie, it's gettin' too stuffy
Don't worry 'bout the Plug, better get your money
With this young grimy, he ready to hit a lick on somethin'
Since a BeBe kid, I ain't depend on nothin'
F&N bullets might flip your cousin
An opp lover is an opp, n***a, end of discussion
A quarter mil' this year just off punchin' on
Ralfy, why you always in a rush to win?
How you don't like the Stincs, but you duckin' 'em?
You the type of n***a that trust a bitch, the Plug

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
I'ma tell you right now, we whack bullies
Since he unbothered, make him relax fully
Bitch, what you chargin' for that weak-ass pussy?
Twenty-five hundred for this cheap-ass hoodie
Your bitch loyal, oh, you really think that, rookie?
I don't vent, I treat the mic like rehab to me
Yeah, she cute and all, but it's the kneecaps for me
Bitch said it's over, bet, just leave that money
[Outro: Cash Kidd]
(Since he unbothered, make him relax fully)