Yea Freestyle

Album cover art for "Yea Freestyle" by Cash Kidd

Cash Kidd - Rap, Detroit Rap

Yea Freestyle

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[Intro] (You just found the plug) (I like that, Anton) [Chorus: Cash Kidd] Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy, ooh [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] Black Friday, I got dick ten percent off Yeah, I just flee on the cops, I know they ticked off Yeah, pissed off 'cause his pockets full of lint balls Yeah, house sittin' on a cliff, I'm a big dog Yeah, niggas broke and still scared, boy, it's just fraud Why they hatin' on your baby? Let me get off Boy, your ass a homebody, you likе Ms. Claus Ayy, get some motion, nigga I got rich off hoeing niggas, I'ma keep on hoеing niggas How the fuck did you fall in love with a homeless nigga? Yeah, took a nigga bitch, he done cried the ho a river All my haters look like crackheads, they broke, old, and bitter Every time I step outside, that shit a motion picture In one day, I touched more dough than a Jehovah Witness Ayy, hey, what the fuck you give me, Nell? It taste like bubblegum I just broke a bitch heart and healed another one I got twenty thousand on me, stealin' honey buns Boy, your pockets got skinny, you like Buddy Love A goofy think I'll let my brother go one-on-one I got something for his stupid ass right here Yeah, your bitch dreamed that I stabbed her, this a nightmare Yeah, I didn't ask for her name, I do not care Yeah, I didn't ask for her name, I don't give a fuck Yeah, put a Perc' in her butt, told her, "Giddy up" Hey, nigga touch one of us, turn the city up Ayy, I can say what I want now, I'm rich as fuck I do what I want now, I'm lit as fuck Hatin' on the Kidd, now he dead as fuck [Chorus: Cash Kidd & NoCap] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Do you love me? She say Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: NoCap] All that dissin', when we catch him, he better wear it like a wig In Detroit, I know some hustlers, wanted cash since they was kids Money talk, nigga, you cut off your damn lips Bro in the cut, he catch a body for a chopped whip Ain't gangbang, but them hollows got him throwin' up Blood They caught lil' homie at the light and smoked him just like a bud You switched on me, but say I'm trippin', how I'm 'posed to react? If you knew you wasn't gon' come through, why you promised me that? Ayy, you can't call me by my government You don't get them privileges like my other bitch If I didn't fuck the bitch, Foreign fucked the bitch Draco sittin' in the car, need some punishment Both of my wrists filled up with ice, two ain't enough arms Don't try the G.O.A.T, I'll have his mama buying suits for him I'm on the tour bus with some killers and some pill poppers Crooked smiles, I got some llamas for you grasshoppers Beat the cat and call her later, I'm a real problem Wanna go spin after I ate, but I got mills callin' No, it wasn't workin', so I just fired her like a manager Way too bipolar and she be doing the bare minimum My mother say, "Don't let 'em come back if they don't finish 'em" My bro be servin' J's on the low, I call 'em Jennifer Put her in Ferragamo, that's the only way I cuff her She say she like my rhymes, so it's easy for me to bust her Send him up to the sky, won't pay if you say you scraped him One hand on my fork, the other one under the table I gotta eat with this bitch on me (I gotta eat with this bitch on me)

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Credits

Writers
  • Cash Kidd
  • NoCap