[Intro]
Ayy, last name Cash, first name Co
Big sh*t popper, whatever the fu*k you wanna call that ni**a
HitKidd, what it do, man? (Ah, sh*t)
Yeah
[Verse]
I got somethin to say up in here
The first ni**a play up in here, he gon' lay up in here, he gon' stay up in here
Tote my stick everyday up in here, this sh*t crucial like I just bought Clay up in here
I been runnin' it way up, this sh*t like a lay up, I’m havin' my way up in here
Glizzy with the Glock stop, pull up in a drop top
We gon' spin his block, drop it right off at the chop shop
Bloody like a clot, dawg, sorry, I cannot stop
Hit 'em in his stomach, turn his shirt into a crop top
Never had a soft spot, run up on me, pop, pop
Every ni**a with me, tote a semi, thеse are not props
Cruisin' with a thot box, pick it from the opp block
ni**as standin' by, it kind of hard for thеm to not watch
They tryna mimic me, can’t be my mini-me
We not the same, they, like, zero percent of me
sh*t on my enemies, I know they sick of me
They havin' cash, but that sh*t ain't equivalent
Never been friendly, it ain’t no befriending me
fu*k that lil' boy, he got b*tch ni**a tendencies
Movin' so vividly, humble humility
That ni**a broke, get him out my vicinity
Ho, just to be in my presence a privilege
But you can stay if you keep it explicit
She eat the dick like the meal is exquisite
And she bring a friend every time that she visit
I’m chasin' digits, I don’t do the dissin'
Never see my name in no ni**a mentions
My dawg, he don’t like to talk, but he vicious
He just go suit up and handle the business
They tryna run off with sh*t I invented
They know who the hottest, of course they gon' copy
Young ni**a poppin', but never been co*ky
It’s one in the head or the Glock don’t co*k it
Pretty lil' body, she callin' me papi
She callin', my b*tch look like Buffy, the body
Look at my pockets, they buff and they stocky
Got rich in the yo, so they callin' me Gotti
Who is this cold ni**a, won’t play with no ni**a
He do a show, his stick go through the door with him
Running with gorillas, trappers and go-getters
Sell it for high, but we buy for the low, ni**a
Money get so bigger, b*tches be so bitter
Blockin' my phone 'cause I said I can’t go with her
fu*k that lil' ho ni**a, go get the dough, ni**a
I used to sleep on a pallet with no pillow
Baby .9 on me, this b*tch don’t got no sitter
Where is the nanny, racks stuffed in the fanny
Rock so much gold they think I won a Grammy
Count up a hundred while still in my jammies
We havin' big bucks and never no whammies
She seen my ice and she came out her panties
Screaming my name, make her chant it in Spanish
She’s a grown woman, but like to get managed
Rich as fu*k, got 'em calling me Manny
If she’s a cougar, I’ll fu*k on your mammy
Keep baggin', thumb through them racks in a a hammy
Rich ni**a sh*t, the broke wouldn’t understand me
I got some ni**as that’s trappin' and scammin'
You got some ni**as that’s livin' informant
Bought a new chopper, this b*tch Pakistani
Make the wrong move and I let it do damage
Don’t condone b*tch sh*t, that’ll get you hit quick
I ain’t playin Madden, but I call my caddy hit stick
Always been a misfit, all my diamonds glistenin'
My neck and my wrist lit, call me, "Mr. Big sh*t"
Spent a ni**a five months rent up on a fit b*tch
sh*t they never seen, they like, "ni**a, where'd you get this?"
Soon as a b*tch hold out her hand, she get dismissed
Sent a pic of money when she asked me for a dick pic
I’m in the A with a thick b*tch from Illinois
Coon, you don’t care, what you rockin a fitted for?
They think they started the sh*t I been did before
Just poppin' sh*t, what you all in yo feelings for?
Broke a b*tch, now this ho callin' me City Boy
Got on two chains and my thigh got a Titty Boi
Better think twice when it’s me that you sendin' for
Watch how you talk to the biggest, lil' bitty boy
[Outro]
HitKidd, what it do, man?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I be havin' this sound or somethin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah