Fuck w/ Me

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Cash Click Boog] Just got the call, my dog say it's game time He just made a play for sixty K but at the same time June finna touch, he fresh off the main line We finna set the city on fire, boy I ain't lyin' Nigga this the family, everybody Cash Clickin' I don't know where I'm headed, I just know I'm on a cash mission She ain't tryna fuck, I'm gone, I ain't ass kissin' Lookin' for Rihanna 'cause I got a thing for bad bitches Fuck with me, I don't think them niggas should If you lookin' for a boss, pull up and ask to speak to Boog North Central or the South, my name good in either hood Sleepin' on me, this forty make a nigga sleep for good Ever since a young age I been in that shit Never been a problem starter, I just finish shit ST up in this bitch, SB up in this bitch And they'll do a nigga dirty, I done witnessed it, nigga Say low, we still keep it J-O My jump out niggas still on the payroll I take an eight ounce out the blick and fill it back up with Karo This my year, I'm finna act an A-hole, but ayy though I hear niggas tryna get me broke off Behind some niggas that I had to rope off They know I keep that plastic and they know that I'll squeeze it They pussy and I'm startin' to believe it, fuck with me [Chorus: Cash Click Mylo & Cash Click Boog] This ain't Savage Life or Webbie My lil niggas totin' heavy and they ready So tell them niggas fuck with me Why you tryna squash the beef? Just bought a chopper that's gon' knock him off his feet Feet nigga, fuck with me Niggas talkin' sneakin' Boog Then we drill him, bitch I wish a nigga would I wish a nigga would fuck with me We ain't hidin', we in the hood Cash Click bitch, let's get this understood We in the hood bitch, fuck with me [Verse 2: Cash Click Boog] I really know y'all, bitch I'll pull your fuckin' ho card Trippin' off 'caine like I'm O-Dog I ain't trustin' no broad 'cause she'll have them niggas up in your yard Free my nigga Daddy on the phone yard I'm finna sew the game My nigga Red said you gotta Bogard I got this big bro, I'm finna go hard, fuck with me Don't get this shit confused, I ain't a rap nigga I done robbed niggas, I done whacked niggas Shout out my brodie Shy 'cause he a trap nigga And this MCM bag, it got a MAC in it So fuck with me, bitch and we'll tear the whole scene up They know it's murder season so them niggas tryna team up Willie in the cut and you know he got that beam tucked Playin' with street sweepers bitch, get your ass cleaned up Bounced fresh out of jail and got my green up I'm in a Rollie and an Audi pourin' lean up So fuck with me [Chorus: Cash Click Mylo & Cash Click Boog] This ain't Savage Life or Webbie My lil niggas totin' heavy and they ready So tell them niggas fuck with me Why you tryna squash the beef? Just bought a chopper that's gon' knock him off his feet Feet nigga, fuck with me Niggas talkin' sneakin' Boog Then we drill him, bitch I wish a nigga would I wish a nigga would fuck with me We ain't hidin', we in the hood Cash Click bitch, let's get this understood We in the hood bitch, fuck with me