Woahh !
Flipped a pack, got blood on my jeans
Me and Kash, we the king of kings
Stuck in one spot Im off the lean
Too many hoes yeah must be a dream
She said I was hot, i'm breaking her spleen
Too high, I can't feel a thing
Too many drugs, I cant feel my heartbeat
She walk out the room like baby don't leave
Woahh woahh, noo noo, oh woahh oh woahh
Don't need nobody, these niggas my clones
I needed you and you ain't put me on
Nigga you lame and don't want the smoke
You not from around here
Go back to yo folks
She my sneaky, on tha low
But guess what nigga, she a hoe
Oh yeah, you know she a hoe
I get me a relo and blow me some dope
I'm with V7 you know that we gone
Yeah we some kings, give us our throne
She giving us top, she giving us dome
She moaning, She moaning all to my songs
I fuck her in her panties and fuck her thong
She like why did I cheat, I did her so wrong
If you run up on me then we beating yo ass
Running so fast like I'm tha flash
My name not Ryan to you, it's Kashhh
I named myself Kashhh cause I get the bag
These niggas be gay, these niggas be fags
I ain't talking no Viralll
Yeah, I get the bag ina spiral
Yeah she didn't think I can high notes
Uh I guess I proved you wrong
I hit it so good she calling me daddy
I fuck her so good she calling me Sally
I think she meant silly but she got a fatty
She look at my friend, she calling him zaddy
I got tha bag I'm calling it baggy
Yeah, if you run up on me you gon be dead in a valley (Valley)
That's crazy
You talk down on me you gon be dead
I'll leave you hanging like some dreads
Don't mistake me for what I said
Y'all niggas be weird, y'all stealing my bread
Y'all niggas be snitching, yall niggas be fed
Y'all niggas downbad just like y'all said
Just like I'm strict, you do what I said
Miss the fame, yeah I missed the bitch
Hit a nigga with a fat ass lick
Drippy ass clothes, better catch my flicks
Claiming he a blood, but you really a crip
Bitch why are you on my dick
You said you got lean, let me get a sip
You know what Im saying, bitch Im on go
This niggas two faced, yeah you really don't know
They switch up after you get fame
After I blew up, it haven't been the same
It be the real ones who stay in the grass
And protect yo name, yeahhh
I see myself when I look in the glass
Mentally stable I can't be the same
Back then I used to go skip
Used to be my friend but that nigga snitched
I carry my nine, I carry my blick
Don't know who lurking, could be a snitch
I'm still the same nigga don't call me wick
Talk down get left in a ditch
Yeah these hoes they stay problematic
Dripped out, yeah I gotta new patek
I ain't a hoe, nigga I ain't having it
Damn I miss the bitch
Better get my motherfuckin flicks
Wonder why you all on my motherfuckin dick
Real niggas don't know how to trip
Talk down get hit with this blick
Yeah, oh woah, yeah yeah, oh woah
Me and Kash, we the king of kings
Stuck in one spot Im off the lean
Too many hoes yeah must be a dream
She said I was hot, i'm breaking her spleen
Too high, I can't feel a thing
Too many drugs, I cant feel my heartbeat
She walk out the room like baby don't leave
Woahh woahh, noo noo, oh woahh oh woahh
Don't need nobody, these niggas my clones
I needed you and you ain't put me on
Nigga you lame and don't want the smoke
You not from around here
Go back to yo folks
She my sneaky, on tha low
But guess what nigga, she a hoe
Oh yeah, you know she a hoe
I get me a relo and blow me some dope
I'm with V7 you know that we gone
Yeah we some kings, give us our throne
She giving us top, she giving us dome
She moaning, She moaning all to my songs
I fuck her in her panties and fuck her thong
She like why did I cheat, I did her so wrong
If you run up on me then we beating yo ass
Running so fast like I'm tha flash
My name not Ryan to you, it's Kashhh
I named myself Kashhh cause I get the bag
These niggas be gay, these niggas be fags
I ain't talking no Viralll
Yeah, I get the bag ina spiral
Yeah she didn't think I can high notes
Uh I guess I proved you wrong
I hit it so good she calling me daddy
I fuck her so good she calling me Sally
I think she meant silly but she got a fatty
She look at my friend, she calling him zaddy
I got tha bag I'm calling it baggy
Yeah, if you run up on me you gon be dead in a valley (Valley)
That's crazy
You talk down on me you gon be dead
I'll leave you hanging like some dreads
Don't mistake me for what I said
Y'all niggas be weird, y'all stealing my bread
Y'all niggas be snitching, yall niggas be fed
Y'all niggas downbad just like y'all said
Just like I'm strict, you do what I said
Miss the fame, yeah I missed the bitch
Hit a nigga with a fat ass lick
Drippy ass clothes, better catch my flicks
Claiming he a blood, but you really a crip
Bitch why are you on my dick
You said you got lean, let me get a sip
You know what Im saying, bitch Im on go
This niggas two faced, yeah you really don't know
They switch up after you get fame
After I blew up, it haven't been the same
It be the real ones who stay in the grass
And protect yo name, yeahhh
I see myself when I look in the glass
Mentally stable I can't be the same
Back then I used to go skip
Used to be my friend but that nigga snitched
I carry my nine, I carry my blick
Don't know who lurking, could be a snitch
I'm still the same nigga don't call me wick
Talk down get left in a ditch
Yeah these hoes they stay problematic
Dripped out, yeah I gotta new patek
I ain't a hoe, nigga I ain't having it
Damn I miss the bitch
Better get my motherfuckin flicks
Wonder why you all on my motherfuckin dick
Real niggas don't know how to trip
Talk down get hit with this blick
Yeah, oh woah, yeah yeah, oh woah
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Writer(s): Ryan Brown
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