Unbothered

Lyrics

[Intro: Cash Kidd] (I'm Kured) Oh, Kure made this bitch Ayy, ayy, I got whatever my nigga Kure beat any producer ass Talkin' shit [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] Tell bitch I wanna fuck even though her purse fake Your mans in this bitch dirty as hell, shirt stank She said, "Marc, when you gon' take me on our first date?" Bitch must be dreamin', had to pinch her like her birthday I can't wait to catch you niggas out like first base Big-ass fin on me like a mermaid Ask the last nigga, did him in the worst way Yeah, nigga brains got spilled, Kirk Frank Trust me, I done seen the real turn fake Damn, almost upped the CPL, wrong Drac' Yeah, pole can't fit in my pants, too much pape' Louis pouch, stick hangin' out the bag like Shortcake, huh Yes, banana clip on me, I will not slip Feds did a sweep, still ridin' 'round with mopsticks Nigga, if you so fuckin' smart, why you not rich? Bottom of my feet bloody like I did a dropkick [Chorus: Cash Kidd] I'ma tell you right now, we whack bullies Since he unbothered, make him relax fully Bitch, what you chargin' for that weak-ass pussy? Twenty-five hundred for this cheap-ass hoodie Your bitch loyal, oh, you really think that, rookie? I don't vent, I treat the mic like rehab to me Yeah, she cute and all, but it's the kneecaps for me Bitch said it's over, bet, just leave that money [Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug] Bullets hit his head, he ain't see that comin' After that weak-ass head, bitch, leave that money She laughin' when I'm talkin', you think me that funny? Ralfy, you too high, how you be that muddy? Friends with benefits, you can't be that buddy Gettin' money day and night, but this kid not Cudi Smokin' stress in the stolie, it's gettin' too stuffy Don't worry 'bout the Plug, better get your money With this young grimy, he ready to hit a lick on somethin' Since a BeBe kid, I ain't depend on nothin' F&N bullets might flip your cousin An opp lover is an opp, nigga, end of discussion A quarter mil' this year just off punchin' on Ralfy, why you always in a rush to win? How you don't like the Stincs, but you duckin' 'em? You the type of nigga that trust a bitch, the Plug [Chorus: Cash Kidd] I'ma tell you right now, we whack bullies Since he unbothered, make him relax fully Bitch, what you chargin' for that weak-ass pussy? Twenty-five hundred for this cheap-ass hoodie Your bitch loyal, oh, you really think that, rookie? I don't vent, I treat the mic like rehab to me Yeah, she cute and all, but it's the kneecaps for me Bitch said it's over, bet, just leave that money [Outro: Cash Kidd] (Since he unbothered, make him relax fully)