Tug of War

Lyrics

[Intro: Cash Kidd] (Can we have a check please?) (V12) Damn [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] Just traded dick for some food stamps Shit, win-win for me, her ass too fat Ayy, need an Amber Alert, her body too snatched Wonder why your jewels snatched, where your tool at? Bottom of my shoes red like a bull flag Bitch dropped that neck on me like a fullback Fit ten ball on me like a pool rack Big-ass knots on my mind like a durag Y'all only shoot for first ball, you niggas too cap Niggas broke, prayin' Trump bring a jugg back Bitch, I had more stimmies than a 'Wood pack Niggas sendin' threats, got me laughin' like the woodpecker Hit my ex with the, "Oh," likе a love letter (Oh) Is it mе or do these diamonds make 'em suck better? I don't know, but these M's make me fuck better Cut the bitch off, now she want it like that one pastor Longsleeve, bitches faint, they see me jumpin' out Huh, my bitch got an attitude, ho, let's fuck it out Pockets like a Bible scripture, got a couple thou' Exterminator, I got rat bitches runnin' 'round Nigga say he fuck my bitch, good, slut her out (Good) Niggas cryin' over hoes, put the onions down No socks, I'm on the beach with my bunions out (Ayy, ayy) [Chorus: Cash Kidd] Two phones full of big-booty hoes Cuttin' up in traffic with my jewelry on (Skrrt) She just wanna suck it in the studio (Ayy) They keep tryna be me, but they be do it wrong Regular-ass thousand-dollar hoodie on Brown and red Gucci on, look like Tootsie Rolls I just had a threesome, both they coochies swole Tug of war, me and my bitch pullin' hoes [Verse 2: Cash Kidd] Cut everybody off, niggas scared and tender Got me hangin' by myself like a caterpillar He said his bitch annoying, I beg to differ She was cool than a mo', I got neck and dinner Big 'Wood full of Turtle, where's Master Splinter? Bossed my bitch up, now her exes bitter We both gotta ball, rock, paper, scissors Paid cash for the watch like a babysitter She my favorite eater, I'm her favorite nigga You know I got a hundred bitches, It don't make no difference Put the switch on that boy, call him Caitlyn Jenner Life's good, I don't even care to take no pictures (Ayy) [Chorus: Cash Kidd & Icewear Vezzo] Two phones full of big-booty hoes Cuttin' up in traffic with my jewelry on (Skrrt) She just wanna suck it in the studio (Ayy) They keep tryna be me, but they be do it wrong Regular-ass thousand-dollar hoodie on Brown and red Gucci on, look like Tootsie Rolls (What?) I just had a threesome, both they coochies swole (Uh) Tug of war, me and my bitch pullin' hoes [Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo] Huh, ROTC, yeah, I boot hoes Told that ho, "It's death row, throw the Snoop on" (Bitch) Whole crib full of groupies, it's a group home Pipe tucked, I be iced up like the roof froze Ayy, the way you suck dick, where your bestie at? (Where she at?) Shoot a nigga with the right, where you left him at? (Bah) Hundred racks in my pants, I bless a bitch (Yeah) Huh, chain full of snow, need a Gretzky cap (Ooh) I'ma be rich forever, he ain't gettin' on Fuck a bitch at her crib while her nigga home (Ha) Same ones that was hatin' gettin' shitted on (Yeah) Nigga had a bag too, but he did it wrong Two hundred dollars for a line, we don't trap weed (Nah) Hit a bitch from the side 'til her cat bleed Put a cooler on the chop, make his hat freeze (Bah) Real gang member, roll rappers in the Slap' leaves Nigga [Chorus: Cash Kidd & Icewear Vezzo] Two phones full of big-booty hoes (On God) Cuttin' up in traffic with my jewelry on (Skrrt) She just wanna suck it in the studio (Ayy) They keep tryna be me, but they be do it wrong Regular-ass thousand-dollar hoodie on Brown and red Gucci on, look like Tootsie Rolls I just had a threesome, both they coochies swole Tug of war, me and my bitch pullin' hoes