Take III - Co Cash

Ayy, last name Cash, first name Co

Big shit popper, whatever the fuck you wanna call that nigga

HitKidd, what it do, man?

(Ah, shit)

Yeah

I got somethin to say up in here

The first nigga play up in here, he gon' lay up in here, he gon' stay up in here

Tote my stick everyday up in here, this shit crucial like I just bought Clay up

in here

I been runnin' it way up, this shit 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 nigga with me, tote a semi, thse are not props

Cruisin' with a thot box, pick it from the opp block

Niggas standin' by, it kind of hard for thm to not watch

They tryna mimic me, can’t be my mini-me

We not the same, they, like, zero percent of me

Shit on my enemies, I know they sick of me

They havin' cash, but that shit ain’t equivalent

Never been friendly, it ain’t no befriending me

Fuck that lil' boy, he got bitch nigga tendencies

Movin' so vividly, humble humility

That nigga 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 nigga 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 shit I invented

They know who the hottest, of course they gon' copy

Young nigga poppin', but never been cocky

It’s one in the head or the Glock don’t cock it

Pretty lil' body, she callin' me papi

She callin', my bitch 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 Co nigga?

Won’t play with no nigga

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, nigga

Money get so bigger, bitches be so bitter

Blockin' my phone 'cause I said I can’t go with her

Fuck that lil' ho nigga, go get the dough, nigga

I used to sleep on a pallet with no pillow

Baby .9 on me, this bitch 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 fuck, got 'em calling me Manny

If she’s a cougar, I’ll fuck on your mammy

Keep baggin', thumb through them racks in a a hammy

Rich nigga shit, the broke wouldn’t understand me

I got some niggas that’s trappin' and scammin'

You got some niggas that’s livin' informant

Bought a new chopper, this bitch Pakistani

Make the wrong move and I let it do damage

Don’t condone bitch shit, 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 Shit»

Spent a nigga five months rent up on a fit bitch

Shit they never seen, they like, «Nigga, where’d you get this?»

Soon as a bitch 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 bitch from Illinois

Coon, you don’t care, what you rockin a fitted for?

They think they started the shit I been did before

Just poppin' shit, what you all in yo feelings for?

Broke a bitch, 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

HitKidd, what it do, man?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I be havin' this sound or somethin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah