Have You Seen My Socks? - Cash Kidd

Yeah

Let me hit that, let me hit this bitch, yes

(Shout out my nigga Synco)

No, I don’t want no dubs

A dub in my pocket, only hundreds and fifties on me

The fuck? Ayy (Passenger side, tryna, ayy, ayy)

Ayy, do anybody know where my socks went?

Ooh, playin' with her titties wile she drivin'

I just fucked the dog shit out an opp sis, ayy

Then it’s right back to the dough like a locksmith, ayy

Fingers crossed when I told the bitch I promise

Ayy, get money, fuck hoes, drop shit

Fucked her good, she woke up, bought me a chopstick

Pull up, chop shit like a bail bondsman

Opp bitch like, «Ooh, this some good dick»

Sold her ass a dream, goofy ho, you ain’t my new bitch

Fear Factor, I just fed the bitch some bullshit

Told her what she wanna hear, you know, some smooth shit

Ain’t no lackin', we back packin' like a school kid

They gon' chalk 'em when I shoot 'em like a poolstick

Catch a computer thug out like, «Nigga, who a bitch?»

See my ex and whip a roll out like Ludacris

Lil' bitch whipped up on my horse like the KK

Might post a bitch on Craigslist, shout out Day-Day

Thes phones that I punched was free, shout out AJ

Get to wiggin' on a bitch like Shenehneh

Get to trippin' on this bitch like a vacay

Niggas sneak dissin', like the globe, better state names

One call, he gettin' dropped like he ain’t got no service

See you clowns and we catchin' bodies, it’s not no circus

Ayy, do anybody know where my socks went?

Ooh, playin' with her titties wile she drivin'

I just fucked the dog shit out an opp sis, ayy

Then it’s right back to the dough like a locksmith, ayy

Fingers crossed when I told the bitch I promise

Ayy, get money, fuck hoes, drop shit

Fucked her good, she woke up, bought me a chopstick

Pull up, chop shit like a bail bondsman

Sweat no bitch, huh, on to the next

She keep braggin' 'bout her pussy, huh, what about the neck?

Ayy, she used to hate me 'til I started fuckin' up the set

They used to love me 'til I started runnin' up a check

I can’t wait 'til the day I get some sloppy on a jet

I can’t wait 'til the day I up the chopper when you lack

I’ll draw the ratchet like I’m tryna make a sketch

You know I’ma shake somethin' like I’m tryna make a bet

Caught him lackin' with no stick, so I smacked him like a bitch

Should’ve whacked you in your shit, but I slapped you on your wrist

Have your family in they feelings in the captions on they pics

I ain’t actin', I got scripts, so much cap, you need to pick

Devil knockin' at my door, man, who done let this nigga in?

Bro just wiped a nigga nose, got his family and them sick

This is not the Taken movie, but I snatched a nigga’s bitch

All these bills in my jeans, Michael Jackson with the kid

Ayy, do anybody know where my socks went?

Ooh, playin' with her titties wile she drivin'

I just fucked the dog shit out an opp sis, ayy

Then it’s right back to the dough like a locksmith, ayy

Fingers crossed when I told the bitch I promise

Ayy, get money, fuck hoes, drop shit

Fucked her good, she woke up, bought me a chopstick

Pull up, chop shit like a bail bondsman

No, I don’t want no dubs

A dub in my pocket, only hundreds and fifties on me

Hanging out the passenger side with the black four-five

Trying to catch a body

Let me hear that