No Cash App
I might pop out with your bitch and send that hoe to set you up
If you ever called the police you can't never hit my blunt
I was fighting in the streets before I ever touched a gun
And you had to learn to hustle if you come from where I'm from
Had my people take his burner tell that boy come buy it back
And I need that shit in cash don't try and pay me on no app
I can't end up on no shirt I keep a .45 on my lap
If you come around my block you better come through with a strap
Ay
You know what it is and where I be so what you tryna do
I be with the shits so if you rob me then you better shoot
You can't get an ounce from me if you ain't never made a move
I was making plays when you was taking tests in middle school
Ain't shit sweet around my block
We fuck you up for talking hot
You can't call yourself my opp
If you ain't never popped a glock
Bitch I be about my guap
It's 15 for a pint of wock
We gon' make sure that he drop
These hollow tips gon' knock his top
You must think I'm pussy
By the way you come through acting tough
We gon' do you dirty
Like it's Covid we be masking up
I ain't tryna talk
I'm tryna pull up and go blast me some
Hop with the choppa
Run you down dog you ain't fast enough
I was making sells to pay the bills and get my people fed
I be smoking dope and sippin' lean so I can go to bed
I could get your hoe to set you up and show me where it's at
I hopped off the porch and made a play like I be on the nets
Bitch
Yuh ay
Bitch
Yuh ay
Bitch
Yuh ay
Bitch
Yuh
Gang
If you ever called the police you can't never hit my blunt
I was fighting in the streets before I ever touched a gun
And you had to learn to hustle if you come from where I'm from
Had my people take his burner tell that boy come buy it back
And I need that shit in cash don't try and pay me on no app
I can't end up on no shirt I keep a .45 on my lap
If you come around my block you better come through with a strap
Ay
You know what it is and where I be so what you tryna do
I be with the shits so if you rob me then you better shoot
You can't get an ounce from me if you ain't never made a move
I was making plays when you was taking tests in middle school
Ain't shit sweet around my block
We fuck you up for talking hot
You can't call yourself my opp
If you ain't never popped a glock
Bitch I be about my guap
It's 15 for a pint of wock
We gon' make sure that he drop
These hollow tips gon' knock his top
You must think I'm pussy
By the way you come through acting tough
We gon' do you dirty
Like it's Covid we be masking up
I ain't tryna talk
I'm tryna pull up and go blast me some
Hop with the choppa
Run you down dog you ain't fast enough
I was making sells to pay the bills and get my people fed
I be smoking dope and sippin' lean so I can go to bed
I could get your hoe to set you up and show me where it's at
I hopped off the porch and made a play like I be on the nets
Bitch
Yuh ay
Bitch
Yuh ay
Bitch
Yuh ay
Bitch
Yuh
Gang
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Writer(s): I-35 Sixty
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