Cash Kidd - Talk My sh** lyrics

[Intro] Alwoo made this beat Yeahh (Yeahh) f** it (f** it) Lets get it, aye [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] f** a record deal, b**h I'm on the block like Shaq O'Neal If they ain't talkin M's I'm back on chill Tryna eat off me the toy will put 'em in a box like a happy meal I'm strapped for real, threw the buffs on and start catchin' chills They falling off like Jack and Jill, chasing after [?] like track and field, sh** I'd rather stack some meals baby I keep a roll on standby, [?] on standby, its all game until your whole fam' die b**h I don't want no dance hoe, bring me some lamb chops Note to 40 guess he wanted problems, I guess not I shoot like its black ops, I'm cool like a black cop A n***a gettin green, b**h I'm an Xbox Cash Kidd, I'm back now and I'm here to stay From here to day, and the b**hes gon' hear me play Got diamonds in my carties, my b**h look like a barbie My funeral is gon' be party, where is keen at play Black Friday while y'all was shopping for clothes, I was shopping for guns, bought two chops for the low The one outside of the store, knock the top of his globe Put that heat to his shirt like he was drying his clothes Rip Jeff free Tone, that's what my mothaf**in' shirt say For the cake I'll blow you on yo' mothaf**in' birthday Somebody girlfriend made me her man crush Monday, 3 days later she was my throwback Thursday Oh now these n***as tough cause they got guns Where yo' a** was at back in the day when it was 1s Where yo' a** was at when I had to hop out on hot sh** Where yo' a** was at like a white b**h, I'm laughin' These n***as I've never seen talking about it's on site with me Big a** .40 who gon' fight with me Any n***a will get blew, like a rice krispie Jump out k**ing everybody, this Vice City f** it, like the blunt I'm 'bout to catch amnesia In my zone, on my toes, like a ballerina Hit the club flexin' hard, I got racks like Venus I throw dough in the air like I'm making pizza Compare me to who, this is not a discussion I'm grinding, I'm hustlin', b**h I ain't got no time to be cuddlin' Sick in the head, need a mothaf**in' doctor or somethin' Shoutout to everybody switched up like my time wasn't comin' (How you feel?) Watch yo' mouth, cause I'll k** for a bust sh** we can go 'round and 'round like the wheels on a bus Netflix chill with a s*ut, dick in her guts Then text her n***a from here phone like when you picking her up? Alright baby, It's time to talk my sh**, let me sh** talk Feelin' like Clifford, I'm a big dog Yeah, on point like Chris Paul More toys 'round me than Ms. Claus Strapped, b**h straps make a b**h pause Yeah, all these bands get my dick hard Yeah, you is a b**h for a bridge card, then hit her with the stiff arm Who is these new n***as, we don't f** with you n***a Find out where you livin' and pay you a rude visit I am a rude n***a, these b**hes love that Tell them to free Tone, I need my cuz back Walk in the club fresh, she like where my hug at I'm in the club strapped, I do not trust rats f** that, I had to go and get to the cheese Why stress over a rat b**h that's stiff in the weave See my n***as couldn't decide who's dick she could eat n***as playing both sides better pick you a team Whole crew full of dogs, had to get rid of the fleas Took a break from rapping, I'm getting chicken atleast Cash Kidd from the east, all your E's up Six mile in this b**h, throw your 3's up Hot as hell, feeling like I can't be tough It's crazy how a heater will make 'em freeze up Upload a picture with bands, like baby team us Free Tone, RIP Jeff, RIP Etha Was down for a minute, now we up Still f**ing n***as moms on Jesus