Say I Wasn’t

Lyrics

[Intro: Cash Kidd] Yeah, huh Ooh, scammers into tennis, huh, crackin' cars at Lennox Huh, police flick us, who ain't got no record? I'm in Sprinter Ayy Ayy [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] Ooh, Glock just had a seizure, huh, your wifey been an eater Ayy, new side bitch meaner than Matilda teacher Ayy, ride in a two seater, just my writer and my reader Ayy, everywhere I go, I bare arms like it's a beater Ayy, she just wanna suck the damn wood, bitch a beaver Ayy, I'm the plug, get it for the Lois like I'm Peter In a bullеtproof sleeve at the drive-in gеttin' throated Walk around, pants hangin' like I hop out the pool soakin' Boy, trust, if it was us that hit your block, you would know it Big metal hanging from that whip like a bulldozer Let my bitch fuck my ho, yeah, shit feel good, don't it? Ayy, real P's move in silence like pneumonia Hold up, what in the fuck dude say? You don't want it Shot the club up on a Tuesday, ILoveMakonnen Hit your bitch last night, say she proud of my performance I don't even remember who I'm texting, but she don't know it [Chorus: Cash Kidd] Ayy, but say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, hm Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, bitch Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, ayy Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, bitch Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, ayy Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, bitch Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, ayy Ayy, say I wasn't— ayy, ooh [Verse 2: E-40] Say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up Super solid, bitch, I'm buttoned the fuck up When you raised in the cage, it's a lot of rage You can get your got or you can get tased Popped in the dome, you might not make it home The cherries are shady, the po-po know they wrong Life is a bitch, these suckers is too Ain't no thorough ones left, it's probably only two I ball like Spalding when I'm at an outing My yapper is tall and it's steady sprouting They want me to fall and they keep doubting Fuck all y'all, that's what I keep shouting The ladies, they like me and my personality I'm living by lyrics, that's my reality I'm allergic to broke, fuck with my allergies Exotic weed what I smoke, I burn like calories [Chorus: Cash Kidd] Say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, hm Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, bitch Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, ayy Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, bitch Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, ayy Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, bitch Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, ayy Ayy, say I wasn't— ayy, ooh