作词 : Terrico Bowen/Anthony L Holmes Jr
作曲 : Terrico Bowen/Anthony L Holmes Jr
Ayy, last name Cash, first name Co
Big **** popper, whatever the **** you wanna call that nigga
HitKidd, what it do, man? (Ah, shit)
Yeah
I got somethin to say up in here
The first nigga play up in here, he gon' lay up in here, he gon' stay up in here
Tote my stick everyday up in here, this **** crucial like I just bought Clay up in here
I been runnin' it way up, this **** like a lay up, I’m havin' my way up in here
Glizzy with the Glock stop, pull up in a drop top
We gon' spin his block, drop it right off at the chop shop
Bloody like a clot, dawg, sorry, I cannot stop
Hit 'em in his stomach, turn his shirt into a crop top
Never had a soft spot, run up on me, pop, pop
Every nigga with me, tote a semi, thеse are not props
Cruisin' with a thot box, pick it from the opp block
Niggas standin' by, it kind of hard for thеm to not watch
They tryna mimic me, can’t be my mini-me
We not the same, they, like, zero percent of me
Shit on my enemies, I know they sick of me
They havin' cash, but that **** ain't equivalent
Never been friendly, it ain’t no befriending me
**** that lil' boy, he got ***** nigga tendencies
Movin' so vividly, humble humility
That nigga broke, get him out my vicinity
Ho, just to be in my presence a privilege
But you can stay if you keep it explicit
She eat the **** like the meal is exquisite
And she bring a friend every time that she visit
I’m chasin' digits, I don’t do the dissin'
Never see my name in no nigga mentions
My dawg, he don’t like to talk, but he vicious
He just go suit up and handle the business
They tryna run off with **** I invented
They know who the hottest, of course they gon' copy
Young nigga poppin', but never been cocky
It’s one in the head or the Glock don’t **** it
Pretty lil' body, she callin' me papi
She callin', my ***** look like Buffy, the body
Look at my pockets, they buff and they stocky
Got rich in the yo, so they callin' me Gotti
Who is this Co nigga? Won’t play with no nigga
He do a show, his stick go through the door with him
Running with gorillas, trappers and go-getters
Sell it for high, but we buy for the low, nigga
Money get so bigger, *****es be so bitter
Blockin' my phone 'cause I said I can’t go with her
**** that lil' ho nigga, go get the dough, nigga
I used to sleep on a pallet with no pillow
Baby .9 on me, this ***** don’t got no sitter
Where is the nanny, racks stuffed in the fanny
Rock so much gold they think I won a Grammy
Count up a hundred while still in my jammies
We havin' big bucks and never no whammies
She seen my ice and she came out her panties
Screaming my name, make her chant it in Spanish
She’s a grown woman, but like to get managed
Rich as ****, got 'em calling me Manny
If she’s a cougar, I’ll **** on your mammy
Keep baggin', thumb through them racks in a a hammy
Rich nigga shit, the broke wouldn’t understand me
I got some niggas that’s trappin' and scammin'
You got some niggas that’s livin' informant
Bought a new chopper, this ***** Pakistani
Make the wrong move and I let it do damage
Don’t condone ***** shit, that’ll get you hit quick
I ain’t playin Madden, but I call my caddy hit stick
Always been a misfit, all my diamonds glistenin'
My neck and my wrist lit, call me,"Mr. Big Shit"
Spent a nigga five months rent up on a fit *****
Shit they never seen, they like,"Nigga, where'd you get this?"
Soon as a ***** hold out her hand, she get dismissed
Sent a pic of money when she asked me for a **** pic
I’m in the A with a thick ***** from Illinois
****, you don’t care, what you rockin a fitted for?
They think they started the **** I been did before
Just poppin' shit, what you all in yo feelings for?
Broke a *****, now this ho callin' me City Boy
Got on two chains and my thigh got a ***** Boi
Better think twice when it’s me that you sendin' for
Watch how you talk to the biggest, lil' bitty boy
HitKidd, what it do, man?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I be havin' this sound or somethin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
