Crossroads

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(Yeah)
(It's Yung Cash)
(Cashxflash in it)
(Yeah)

(Trap-A-Holics bitch!)

I just got back yesterday from Portland, Oregon
Slidin' down I-5
5 in the mornin'
High in the sky
Blowin' trees
Clouds formin'
Cash lightning flash
Guaranteed it start stormin'
Damn that bitch fine
That's a ticket
Not a warnin'
Add a couple pairs
My affairs all foreign
All y'all been sleep
Man I swear y'all been snorin'
Almost fell asleep too
Cause y'all niggas been borin'
Wakin' up on jets
Just landed PDX
Slidin' through Niketown
Pickin' up my checks
Yeah I'm pimpin' everywhere I go
It's a curse
It's a hex
I just R.I.P. the pussy
Now I gotta pay respects
And I'm onto the next
Cause I just got the text
She ain't got no muscle
So her titties how she flex
Yeah she like to French kiss
She don't want lil pecks
Imma eat her whole body
So she call me T-rex
You know I switch them shorties out
Like a skater does his decks
I wanna hit and run
Like them hood car wrecks
I took the hit and-1
Now I'm goin' at they necks
You can meet me in the middle
Where the road intersects
(Chea)

(Ay)
(It's Yung Cash)

(Damn son where'd you find this)

Cold Yung Nigga
Call me CYN
Open up yo bitch
Like the OB/GYN
You should buy a polygraph
That bitch be lyin'
You should buy a coffin fast
Everyday you dyin'
Everyday I'm livin' more
Gotta get up out that store
Your job should never be a chore
If it is go explore
Hope it hits you in your core
Love this shit like Frank Gore
What I mean
Is I'll do it til I can't anymore
I just ran up 20k off of forex
My chick a head turner
All these niggas got sore necks
She suck me up good
Got me trapped in a vortex
My flow is so wet
Bet your ears need Gore-tex
Imma reinvest the cash
And I let the shit rise
Imma be the next millionaire
Ain't no surprise
I ain't talking bout this music shit
Start my own enterprise
Had to charge myself up
Had to self-energize
I'm supreme clean
You niggas all average
Na mean?
Had to go and eat the beat
That is 3-star cuisine
I'm the best the ever seen
When I step on the scene
And I gotta get ghost
Like it was Halloween
(Ay, ay, ay...)

(Killin' these niggas) (I don't care what y'all say)
(Can't f*ck with me) (Straight up)
(It's Yung Cash)

(Trap-A-Holics real trap shit)

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