Co Cash - Take III lyrics

[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