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Uh, take off on the beat with that bag, I won't fumble
I can't let it breathe, walk it down with no stumble
He lagged on a mission, he ran and he stumbled
And I'm seeing right through all these niggas like tunnel

Keep niggas bewoofing too much, need a muzzle
Get off on the beats, spit some bars, no mumble
My nigga all my life, all I knew was a hustle
Uh, bitch, gang, I bang that gang, bitch, you know I ain't playing

Spent like 800, big crushed, diamond chain
And how, you my opp, but you ain't got no aim
My niggas still serve, don't care if it's rain
Bitch, I been in the field ducking feds, killing snakes

Got my foot on the gas, I can't give him no break
Jumping right to the front all the risks that I take
Feel like John Cena, these niggas can't see me
So I stand on the block while they keep trying to be me

I got stuck in that cell and they ain't wanna free me
Don't touch me at all, nigga, f*ck how you feeling
Ain't no one help when I was in them trenches
So I ain't go help when I get to them riches

Plus, I ain't worried about none of these bitches
That wanna get mad when I say they suspicious
Don't give me no beat, I'll cut up and get vicious
Like shark eating fishes, keep me out your mentions

And then I know a girl who just want my attention
I cannot be simping or tricking, keep wishing
How I'm gon' lose when I'm aiming to win it
She grab my chain, say my name when I'm in it

Say she like the clock in my watch, it be ticking
And I keep it on cause they won't catch me slipping
I hate the day, so I trap out at night
Remember them days we was riding them bikes

I had got caught by police with a knife
So I had took off, ran away through the night
I'm staying fly, but I ain't on a flight
Niggas be funny, they be trying to fight

And they try to step, wasn't even my height
And these goofy little niggas, better go back inside
Nigga, I ain't gon' stop
Don't run on me, cause I stay with that mop

Yeah, and I ain't gon' flop
I done chopped off the top when I got a new car
Yeah, I say, they gon' rot
If you keep it up, then I'm taking your spot

I'ma aim at your top and them bullets won't stop
Then I trap out the spot, mix that dope in the pot
And I'm spinning your block until I see you drop
Lil bro watching for cops and its still f*ck the narcs

Bitch, I cannot be stopped, flag him down in the drop
Diamond stones in my watch, ain't no love for a thot
And I reach a new level, my car in the lot
He say he got the scope, but ain't letting off shots

And I gotta go hard in the stu like a rock
I can't fall off this music right now, I can't flop
Bitch, I've been on my shit, I won't fold on my bros
Had it rough growing up, got it all on my own

When I was broke, they stopped calling my phone
Cut them off, now they really don't know what I'm on
Ayy, bitch, yeah, I've been that
Ran up them benjis, you know I'ma spend that

Keep allat drama, ain't trying to get in dat
But if you want smoke, I got hitters to send it
Hold up, my nigga, f*ck a level
I kill the beat, bury it with a shovel

I kill the beat, sending it to the devil
Cause I'm running this shit in first place with no medal
Hold up, I'm tweaking, I chase the bag
I can't stop till I finish that task

I can't stop till I finish that task
But I stay on it  that's why my name Cash
Move it fast, bitch, don't play or I'll get on your ass
I'm hoping that you reach for my neck

That's on my life, bitch, you finna get stretched
I don't play checkers, nigga, this chess
Think through all your moves, making sure it's the best
Just keep your distance, don't be like the rest

Man up, my nigga, take hits to the chest
This ain't gon' last cause we all gotta rest
So when you feel pain, God's giving you a test
What? Yeah, now, I'm just talking

He paid the price cause I done caught him flocking
I keep it gangsta, you know how I'm rocking
Pulled up on my bros and I told them to hop in
I make the pack disappear like it's magic

Try to rob me and this shit getting tragic
Look at my wrist, i got on a patek
I waited too long for some money to have it
Now when I see it, I grab it

I drop off the package and after we landed
I been selling so much that I don't understand
I be trapping all day and I'm trying to expand it
Nigga, run me my bread, I demand it

Kick it in the whip, remember days I was stranded
Now I make plays in the field like I'm Randy
But in the end, I'm not gon' let you pass me, Cash
Ayy, I'm loaded right now, bro

And I just did this shit off the top of the head, bro
These niggas can't fw me
Nigga, I don't need no pen or no paper
Nigga, this shit off the dome

Ayy, yo, let's go
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