Shitty Kash

Lyrics

[Intro: Kasher Quon] (Marc Boomin, this you?) Kasher Quon Let's go (Boomin need extras) Alright, alright, alright You feel me? [Verse 1: Kasher Quon] Next time you see me, I'm hopping out a Wraith Got flicked with a pistol and caught a case I should've did the race I'm riding in a SRT with the red brakes [Verse 2: StanWill] Yeah, she gon' suck it with enthusiasm Bend it over, beat the box down, she need a coochie casket Thousand dollar 'Miri jean rocker, ain't no Truey fashion Only time I punch is on the web, we get tooly active [Verse 3: TrDee] I'll get a watch and still show up to the scene late Starting to think my opps Ray Charles, they ain't seen pape' Wе been getting to it for a minute, boy, yo team latе Always on the go, told the dealer I don't need brakes [Verse 4: BabyTron] Melrose then Rodeo, bitch, I'm shopping out of state We gon' pop him like a soda, we gon' drop him like a eighth Steak fiend, everyday I got hibachi on my plate I ain't had the Glock with me, had to sock him in the face [Verse 5: Kasher Quon] And I turned on my VPN, I don't want no trace I told that bitch I wanna fuck, I don't want no face I don't really want the head My cousin ran off, I had to shoot him in his leg [Verse 6: StanWill] Quon spared his life, if I shoot him, it's a head shot I don't put them fuckers on my toes if they ain't dead stock I don't smoke but all the za floating got me head high Erase him like a pencil but the Glocky hold the lead now [Verse 7: TrDee] If you be quiet, real quiet, you might hear the chatter Hopping out like the Home Improvement, Glock got a ladder Shitting on niggas 24/7, I ain't got a bladder Hit her once and then I really play like I ain't never had her [Verse 8: BabyTron] Told Primo punch me in, we in here labbed up Bitch a Hall of Fame headhunter, she ain't gag once Off-White hit for five hunnid, this bitch tagged up Flash and the beam on the rifle, don't get zapped up [Verse 9: Kasher Quon] The last nigga tried to rob me got clapped up I had a Hellcat but that bitch got smacked up Somebody hit it Just shot that lil' nigga in his head and knocked off his fitted [Verse 10: StanWill] Quiet-ass weed, looked at yo blunt and it whispered to me I ain't worried 'bout no opposition, I got blickoruny Cut for real, had gang and them throw the scissors to me Probably counting chicken in the Porsche, I done pigeon coop'd it [Verse 11: TrDee] Had my back stabbed, I [?] like it was infamous Baby kinda bad, I don't want her if she chicken-less Primo dropped buffs and they whiter than a picket fence How you wanna beef with no money? It ain't making sense [Verse 12: BabyTron] Lil' bitch, it's the grand finale Since tenth grade, swear to God, I been scamming grannies Unc' somewhere east in a vacant, probably slapping Xannies Forty K, stuff it in the Louis, finna pack the fanny [Outro: BabyTron] Ayy, ShittyBoyz