On God

I gave 'em the benefit of the doubt but niggas can't fuck with me on God
They gone keep my name in they mouth but a bitch can't never tell you I'm fraud
These rap bitches rather have beef with me than come and tell me I'm hot
You know how hard she gotta be sleep on me for a bitch to tell you I'm not
Anyway I been in my bag hoe
Had to cut off my last hoe
They know I'm the shit but I turn to an asshole
When it come to my Kash Flow
You couldn't pinpoint when I was down bad
And that's really the gag hoe
I really can't ask niggas for a favor
So I got a reason to brag hoe

LOOK
You niggas hoes you are not thugs
Fake gold them are not slugs
Yo niggas up and ain't put you on that's fucked up that is not love
I'm THAT bitch not was
We squash hoes like bugs
If they pick me up I ain't sayin shit
Not a head nod or a light shrug
I'm like fuck nigga where the bag at
If you checkin for me then cash dat
Ain't nobody pulled up to come see you
Everybody asking "where Kash at?"
I'm the illest bitch where the mask at?
Teaching hoes where the class at?
And hoe you swear you got smoke with me when I'm in yo face let's match that

Keeping it gangsta, why would I lie?
This shit come natural why would I try?
And I the dreams y'all sellin hoes I'm not stupid why would I buy?
I don't ask hoes if they got smoke if it's pressure then they would apply
And If they send shots ima send em back you gone think it's the 4th of July

I gave em the benefit of the doubt but
Niggas can't fuck wit me on God
They gone keep my name in they mouth but a bitch can't never tell you I'm fraud
These rap bitches rather have beef wit me than come and tell me I'm hot
You know how hard she gotta be sleep on me for a bitch to tell you I'm not
Anyway I been in my bag hoe
Had to cut off my last hoe
They know I'm the shit but I turn to an asshole
When it come to my Kash Flow
You couldn't pinpoint when I was gone down bad
And that's really the gag hoe
I really can't ask niggas for a favor
So I got a reason to brag hoe

I been gettin to the bag, money
Heard my opps doing bad, bummy
Thick ass with a flat stomach
Niggas knowing how Kash comin
I like niggas who run shit ion got respect for no crash dummy
Told the label I need 5, if it's less than then it's bad money
Young, turnt, and I'm back outside
Bad hoes when I pack my ride
You dumb thinking he belong to you cuz he good as mine if I bat my eyes
Do it like me yea that hoe tried
Fuckin wit me now that hoe lied
Me and hoes could be twins and I bet they still couldn't match my vibe
I know niggas watching me
His bitch at home ain't topping me
She don't like me but she copy shit that I do it's odd to me
Say she outside, well I'm outside too, she must be dodging
And y'all can gas these hoes up but shit they just ain't hard as me

I gave em the benefit of the doubt but niggas can't fuck wit me on God
They gone keep my name in they mouth but a bitch can't never tell you I'm fraud
These rap bitches rather have beef wit me than come and tell me I'm hot
You know how hard she gotta be sleep on me for a bitch to tell you not
The fuck!
I told you bitches last year you couldn't fuck with me
And this time around you still can't fuck with me!
These bitches know what's up with me
Aye
Aye
Aye
Let's go