Look at GOD Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: Cash Kidd] (Okay, KMoney) Huh, ayy Yeah, ooh I got bad bitches textin' me "where you at?" Bitch, any fuckin' 'round, that you throwin' at Bitch, hold on Finna Ayy Ayy, yeah Hmm Who ain't want a ho? Fuck it [Chorus: Cash Kidd] Bitch, I fry, flyin' down the Six, just me and live Oh my God, hundred thousand dollars in the booth, just me and Ton, ayy I see my old bitch inside the club, act like you go blind, ayy I hop out that foreign like it's Prime, look at God, ayy Bring it up with Swan, now I got swans in my palm, ayy I just cut your lil' bitch off for good, I got my mind made Bebe kid got rich off bendin' rules, I promise crime pays Eatin', bitch, I got my dough up like an I8 [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] I ate, get it, nigga? Yeah, he crisp, but he soft as hell, boy a chicken tender Broke nigga, keep your two cents, this ain't Feed the Children Slide down in some Christian Loubs, I hope Jesus with me Fuck a nigga bitch, pussy cry about it Yeah, that lil' ho contagious, nigga, Ron Isley Ho, the killer you be runnin' from just high-fived me Hatin'-ass nigga, you and your bitch side-eyeing, huh, ayy [Verse 2: TIS Rico] Get to runnin' from these shells when they start flyin' Get excited from the fiends when they start buyin' I'ma need that chicken straight, yeah, I'ma draw nine Nigga, I be on the grind, this for hard times Bitch seen me, act like she was blind, she ain't notice me Jugged him for a couple lines just because we know he sweet Jugged him for a couple lines and he ain't even know it's tea Hit his block, blew it down, he ain't even know the streets [Chorus: Cash Kidd] Bitch, I fry, flyin' down the Six, just me and live Oh my God, hundred thousand dollars in the booth, just me and Ton, ayy I see my old bitch inside the club, act like you go blind, ayy I hop out that foreign like it's Prime, look at God, ayy Bring it up with Swan, now I got swans in my palm, ayy I just cut your lil' bitch off for good, I got my mind made Bebe kid got rich off bendin' rules, I promise crime pays Eatin', bitch, I got my dough up like an I8 [Verse 3: Cash Kidd & TIS Rico] Know I got my fuckin' dough up Told her I got fifty bitches, she like so what? She gon' cry when I cut her off, her hopes up Ayy, catch me on the East with that 40, I go dumb Treat these lil' bitches like trash cans, we gon' dump, ayy Called a nigga Reebok how I hit him with pump, ayy Smokin' in an Uber, I just tipped a goofy nigga with a fake card But these days, everything free 'cause of my face card Defensive player of the year, I love to take charge Know I keep the blower on my side like I paint cars G Money keep clutchin', give him a reason Ironic how I'm loadin' up and I'm freezin' O and Rico, niggas know I P a demon, ayy Ayy, these niggas sleep on me, these niggas dreamin', ayy Ayy, don't cuff a nigga 'til all these bitches teamin', ayy Ayy, don't fuck these hoes, bro, all these bitches stinkin', ayy [Chorus: Cash Kidd] Bitch, I fry, flyin' down the Six, just me and live Oh my God, hundred thousand dollars in the booth, just me and Ton, ayy I see my old bitch inside the club, act like you go blind, ayy I hop out that foreign like it's Prime, look at God, ayy Bring it up with Swan, now I got swans in my palm, ayy I just cut your lil' bitch off for good, I got my mind made Bebe kid got rich off bendin' rules, I promise crime pays Eatin', bitch, I got my dough up like an I8