[Verse 1: Cashy] Nigga wha-what is you On ? Smoking that Strong Eyes look like Ching Chang Ching Chong Your Bitch in a thong Hit her from night 'till the mornin' I-I-I'm in my Zone Don't fuck with me wrong My drobe, is appealin' Steelo, they stealin' I'm bout to start illin' Niggas in they feelings Talking 'bout they really really in it But they ain't really in it My dress code expensive My palm's really itchin' My palm's really really really itchin' All I rock is vintage W-W-W-Whipping in the kitchen You can call me a damn chemist Niggas wanna start shit But-But They don't really really wanna finish it
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[Verse 2] God damn! I'm the man! I'm hot, Sun tan I'm prepared Y'all scared Shoutout to my dogs, What it is Catch me in the street nigga Nah boy nigga you don't want beef nigga I be goin' hard I be goin' hard I be goin' hard- Concrete, nigga Nikes on my feet killa Nah I ain't a damn killa But I'm a wig splitta (POP !) Damn you dead boy...