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Had to do it so you know just what it do
Young KB balling out I got your bitch she cash out too
Cash out too
Catch uh flight I'm in Atlanta with yo boo
Stunting hard forgiatos sitting Icey so I'm cool

Aye
She going to suck some dick up for Chanel bags

Thousand dollar fit I'm super clean I let her pop my tags
Old school whips droppin ass while I'm checkin aves
All my bitches bad
And these niggas hating because I'm dripping swag

We going to ball forever yeah you know that always stay a hundred nigga
I could never go back how you loose the bag nigga you be sounding so sad

Nigga reach for my chain you get stretched bitch
All my niggas they gorrillaz its a zoo you get left bitch
Got the city on my back with a strap you can't touch bitch
Twenty one I can't die young
For my brother I slide one
Smoke dope yeah I fire one
Kash out yeah I'm last one

Shout out my brother japan Okinawa land

Hitchu where I stand
40 blame if you fucking with my mans

This a brinks truck
Whole lot of money who need some
Hot nigga I'm fire you can check the stats
Strap hold a whole hundred forget your brains watch it blow your back

Real nigga I ain't change nothing
Fake niggas ain't saying nothing
Kash out i ain't change nothing
Kash out stay a whole hundred

Kashout



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Writer(s): Isaiah Chambers
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