BeBe - Cash Kidd

Yeah

I served my chip three times

Jam they dumb ass

Slid the piece

Slimeball in heaven, Ru

Jeff, Rez in that bitch

Same receipt

Fuck you need nigga, your motherfuckin' manager?

This fake ID nigga, official as hell bitch

Fuck is you talkin' about?

Ayy niggas what’s the fuckin' deal my baby?

Ayy, chunky forty, that’s a BB-dub, yeah

Like Fear Factor, make you eat these slugs, yeah

Mad as hell, caught a CC-dub, yeah

High as a bitch, I couldn’t even run

Blue strips, buy the kids ice cream with the ones, huh

Free my cuddy Tone, middle finger to the judge, yeah

Just can’t forgive him, walk around with a grudge

Shit not that simple, took a nigga that I love, yeah

Pay a stack for the slacks, that was light

Yeah, bitch say she love me, oh that’s nice

Yeah, startin' to feel like all these hoes trife

Yeah, fuck around and lost hope on a wife, yeah

Ayy, travel 'cross the world, punchin' flights

Take me to where I ain’t gotta clutch at lights

Yeah, tryna ease the pain with this pint, yeah

Yeah, tryna ease the pain with this ice

First heatbreak, ain’t have shit to do with bitches

Got my brother in that system, ever since, shit been different

Turned a nigga savage, ever since I been trippin'

Still smile but I’m hurtin', numb the pain with the liquor

Numb the pain with the chicken, forty came with extensions

The clip like jelly how it hang from the biscuit, dog

Just be patient, it’s gon' take a lil' minute

When you get it out the mud and don’t change on your niggas, yeah

Most these cops crooked, fuck these hospitals

Ambulance took an hour just to get to my nigga

We’re just countin' bands, blowin' on the block chillin'

Make us wanna hang out with them TEC’s like a side nigga, yeah

Made me wanna blow a nigga, that’s on God

Know exactly how Digga feelin' 'bout Vom

Gucci, I’ma treat your brother like he mine

Blowin' 'Woods, me and Don, see the pain in his eyes, yeah

Fuck a hook, this off the heart, fuck a book

Fuck her puss, I’m aimin' for her chin like an uppercut

I ain’t matched the last four, I got lazy punchin' up

Flirtin' with the cashier, ugly bitch, dumb as fuck, ayy

Stupid nigga tryna scrap, nigga punch these slugs

Bitch went from a ten to a six when I bust my nut

Lord fuck my enemies, protect me from the ones I trust

Yeah, feel like Cartier, nigga add me up

Yeah, I hope niggas don’t think they invincible, yeah

Big four-five turn 'em invisible

Used to say no new niggas, only originals, yeah

But day ones’ll get to switchin' too

Yeah, bust a fat nut, bitch what you finna do?

Hmm, seven hundred dollars on some tennis shoes, yeah

BeBe Kidd, bitch I bend the rules

I wasn’t even 'posed to be here, this a miracle, yeah

Ayy, nigga why you like this bitch?

Her head terrible

My bitch head so fire, she need Theraflu

Get a body in this bitch like a parachute

Word around, I’m a dog, damn I never knew

Starin' at me while she suckin', bitch I’m scared of you

They got my dog in the pen like Chris Jericho

For them blues and them oranges like Syracuse

Free my niggas, huh, we them niggas

Out the way, ain’t tryna see you niggas

Hate to be you niggas, 'cause we hit all y’all hoes, huh

Y’all could fuck ours too, we don’t give a fuck

Niggas cryin' over hoes, I let my nigga fuck

I been tryna keep shit cool but niggas weak as fuck

Cuffin' on these nat nats, hair cheap as fuck

She let us all in her mouth like she eatin' subs

Countin' money while she suck it just to geek her up

Yeah, might get a new wig if you keep this up

Just need the bitch for one day like a teacher sub

Hit me and passin' out sticks like a piece of gum

That bag on me, clip curled like a Cheeto puff

Yeah, used to use the microwave for hot water

Now I’m ballin' state to state, feel like Pop Warner

All these motherfuckin' clips, feel like Blockbuster

All these punches in this bitch, feel like Ike Turner

Yeah, I hope niggas don’t think they invincible, yeah

Big four-five turn 'em invisible

Used to say no new niggas, only originals, yeah

But day ones’ll get to switchin' too

Yeah, bust a fat nut, bitch what you finna do?

Hmm, seven hundred dollars on some tennis shoes, yeah

BeBe Kidd, bitch I bend the rules

I wasn’t even 'posed to be here, this a miracle