NOT AT ALL

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Cash Kidd - Rap, Hip-Hop

NOT AT ALL

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[Intro: Cash Kidd] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Pst, yeah (I like that, Anton) [Chorus: Cash Kidd] I just serve the Sprite like volleyball Poppin' my shit, I ain't got it all, yeah I pull up iced out, she gon' top me off, yeah I use her for her head like Tylenol, yeah He actin' like a killer, please knock it off I'm knowin' that these lil' niggas cotton soft Do it look like I'm worried? Nigga, not at all Do it look like I'm hurtin'? Nigga, not at all [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] I mix it with the Perky and I'm noddin' off She suckin' on the tip, now my eyes look crossed My youngins keep on scorin' and I'm proud of y'all My bitch trappin' hard, I'm so proud of you These niggas like Casper, tryna hide thеy boo We caught a nigga lackin', ayy We caught a nigga lackin' at they rеndezvous I just sent one K, out a Mountain Dew New invoice, change my whole mood, huh New big toy, come plot on who, you? Stupid boy, you not no fool, huh How the fuck I make a couple million off a free styling I just put some bread in my grill like a cheese sandwich Lil' ass niggas can't see me, I'm a piñata I ain't into goin' back and forth, boy let's hit 'bout it Chillin' in the palace froze up, call me Ben Wallace [Chorus: Cash Kidd] I just serve the Sprite like volleyball Poppin' my shit, I ain't got it all, yeah I pull up iced out, she gon' top me off, yeah I use her for her head like Tylenol, yeah He actin' like killer, please knock it off I'm knowin' that these lil' niggas cotton soft Do it look like I'm worried? Nigga, not at all Do it look like I'm hurtin'? Nigga, not at all [Verse 2: Shordie Shordie] Nigga, four fade, get hit Bad bitch came trim, French tip (French tip) Why you dockin' on the floor? Shit lit How you talkin' 'bout a brick and you ain't never saw one? Talkin' 'bout money, you don't never show, no, none Drop shit, pop shit, you a dollar Drop it, I see, get a dollar Give head give head, she a scholar Bitch, fuck it dancin' She gon' run up on me, ass up I know that lil' bitch scared up, she gon' run into a nigga with guns Now she gone, APB, I've been on it Bitches gettin' on my nerves, B, be gone Wanna call me, but my name Ravon [Chorus: Cash Kidd] I just serve the Sprite like volleyball Poppin' my shit, I ain't got it all, yeah I pull up iced out, she gon' top me off, yeah I use her for her head like Tylenol, yeah He actin' like a killer, please knock it off I'm knowin' that these lil' niggas cotton soft Do it look like I'm worried? Nigga, not at all Do it look like I'm hurtin'? Nigga, not at all

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Credits

Writers
  • Cash Kidd
  • Shordie Shordie
  • Anton The Producer
  • The Bishop Beats