cashOut !*
Stupid like, stupid like
Like Bart, oh woah, damn drone
Copy my shit like a fart
I cannot miss, miss like a dart
Crashed into my car
Nigga are you stupid, yeah you stupid like Bart
Yeah you goofy, yeah I cannot start
That boy a lame, yeah we know he's a narc
Need me the hits, yeah all on the charts
Unfollowed her and she took it to heart
Shooting my shot and you know I can't miss
Yeah you know that it's a swish
Backwoods filled with kush
Yeah we roll that shit
Yeah we spark that shit
There's no way I can go back not to that bitch
We rolling up backwoods yeah
We ain't smoking on swishers
40 pointers on my wrist yeah
I just hit the dash like
There's no way I can go back to the same place
Yeah I think I'm really done with the blame games
There's so much pain in love, it's not for me
I don't feel the pain no more I'm free
I don't feel the same no more it's odee
I don't feel the same no more it's relief
I don't feel the same no more it's OD
I be shopping and popping them tags
He moving like Kirby, he copy my swag
These niggas my sons should be calling me dad
Just took his bitch, now he's so sad
I said yeah I run to the racks (Racks)
Yeah I'm famous like Dex (Dex)
If I pull up it's a flex (Flex)
VIP all on my section
I said VIP all on my section
I said VIP all on my section
Copy my shit like a fart
I cannot miss, miss like a dart
I cannot miss, yeah, miss like a dart
Crashed into my car
Nigga you stupid like Bart
I just cashout like I'm cart
Cashout like I'm cart
Cashout like I'm card
Checkout yeah
Nah-nah-nah-nah
Like Bart, oh woah, damn drone
Copy my shit like a fart
I cannot miss, miss like a dart
Crashed into my car
Nigga are you stupid, yeah you stupid like Bart
Yeah you goofy, yeah I cannot start
That boy a lame, yeah we know he's a narc
Need me the hits, yeah all on the charts
Unfollowed her and she took it to heart
Shooting my shot and you know I can't miss
Yeah you know that it's a swish
Backwoods filled with kush
Yeah we roll that shit
Yeah we spark that shit
There's no way I can go back not to that bitch
We rolling up backwoods yeah
We ain't smoking on swishers
40 pointers on my wrist yeah
I just hit the dash like
There's no way I can go back to the same place
Yeah I think I'm really done with the blame games
There's so much pain in love, it's not for me
I don't feel the pain no more I'm free
I don't feel the same no more it's odee
I don't feel the same no more it's relief
I don't feel the same no more it's OD
I be shopping and popping them tags
He moving like Kirby, he copy my swag
These niggas my sons should be calling me dad
Just took his bitch, now he's so sad
I said yeah I run to the racks (Racks)
Yeah I'm famous like Dex (Dex)
If I pull up it's a flex (Flex)
VIP all on my section
I said VIP all on my section
I said VIP all on my section
Copy my shit like a fart
I cannot miss, miss like a dart
I cannot miss, yeah, miss like a dart
Crashed into my car
Nigga you stupid like Bart
I just cashout like I'm cart
Cashout like I'm cart
Cashout like I'm card
Checkout yeah
Nah-nah-nah-nah
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Writer(s): Joshua Cunningham
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