Adrenaline

Lyrics

[Intro] (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?) [Chorus: Cash Kidd] I don't even want the neck if it ain't genuine I know they only gon' show love if they can benefit If you ain't strapped inside this bitch, then why you bring me then? You know it's straps all in this bitch, they let my members in Balenciagas on the pedal, feel like Timberlands What's in this cup, shit just boosted my adrenaline How you a gangster, but you sensitive, feminine? I open doors for all these niggas, I'm a gentleman [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] You cuff the whores that I don't ever feel like dealin' with I'm on stage with big cheese, Ellen DeGeneres She say, "Ooh, you got some good D," she tryna get a pic I can't stop usin' reader-writers, I'm illiterate She said that you're already rich, but I'ma keep you rich Who cashin' out on my bitch neck? She need some Christmas gifts Me and my gun matchin' today, we both got fifty strips Now that I'm ballin', all these bitches tryna reminisce They don't get it, hah, damn, they don't get it New car, where the ceiling? Doin' fraud, made a killing Larry Fitzgerald, I been playin' with cards for a minute Versace pillow case, but I don't talk to them bitches Yeah, iced up, now they throwin' salt on a nigga Huh, all my hoes bad, but can't get caught with them bitches Yeah, reclined in the car chillin', finger on the tool Declined, your card keep failin', go to summer school [Chorus: Cash Kidd] I don't even want the neck if it ain't genuine I know they only gon' show love if they can benefit If you ain't strapped inside this bitch, then why you bring me then? You know it's straps all in this bitch, they let my members in Balenciagas on the pedal, feel like Timberlands What's in this cup, shit just boosted my adrenaline How you a gangster, but you sensitive, feminine? I open doors for all these niggas, I'm a gentleman [Verse 2: RiskTaker D-Boy] A lot of niggas claimin' gangster, I don't see it in 'em Niggas said they from the streets, I don't see 'em in 'em Clips on the Glocks, you can see 'em in 'em We the ones flippin' niggas' whips when we see 'em in 'em I remember back in the days bein' an underdog Fucked the plug over, took the bag out from under dog Down in West Virginia for some days to get a hundred off I'm the supplier, I can put you on or cut you off Murder for hire, for that ticket, I'll get you offed Me and Frenchie goin' half, we gon' split the cost I'm movin' bricks around this bitch, so I don't got the sauce Spend a thousand days with the jakes 'fore I take a loss [Chorus: Cash Kidd] I don't even want the neck if it ain't genuine I know they only gon' show love if they can benefit If you ain't strapped inside this bitch, then why you bring me then? You know it's straps all in this bitch, they let my members in Balenciagas on the pedal, feel like Timberlands What's in this cup, shit just boosted my adrenaline How you a gangster, but you sensitive, feminine? I open doors for all these niggas, I'm a gentleman