Dynamic Duo (feat. Kasher Quon)

(Aww, yeah, Chris) I'm mad as hell 'cause Spirit delayed my flight Me and Teejay had a show in Miami to go to tonight Just got a opp address, we gon' go tonight A couple days later they was postin' this nigga candlelight He wasn't even from the hood, he was from Sterling Heights Finna knock a nigga out and go viral, record the fight What you got put on the weed? That nigga only said five Took a petty-ass loss, boy, I can't believe you cryin' If the opps in this party, then everybody dyin' Your bitch saw me out in traffic like, "That's really Kasher Quon" Got caught with stolen credit cards but they let me out on bond He was 'bout to sell the last deuce, but I came right on time Everybody say they fuckin' with the punches or the slides Mad at the cashier 'cause she told you it declined At first he had a Scatpack, now he askin' for a ride At first she had her own crib, now she tryna stay at mine What, you ain't got your own 'fits? Nigga, you tryna buy mine? I just punched my mama bills on Comcast dot-com I think the city bad luck, I'm 'bout to move out of town He tried to slide in Walmart and left out with a frown And he say he smokin' Runtz? Man, that shit Bobby Brown Wearin' them old ass 'fits, boy, that shit out of style You ain't up, no dog shit, I can tell that you down You need to junk that old car 'cause that bitch too loud Your bitch was on her period, I told her put her head down I'm off a four of Hi-Tech, I'm 'bout to go to bed now Told your bitch to come over, bitch, come over now I treat your bitch like a dog, tell her, "Roll over now" The opps havin' funerals, piss on they casket in the ground Ridin' in a Scatpack, you in a Victoria Crown Rushing in on my face, they keep telling me it's down I just went to Walmart and I tore that bitch down And I saw you in there too, but you got a low amount Please hit my DM if you got a bank account Try to run off with the cheese and you know we staking out 'Cause when I got your log-in I saw the address to your house Treat a nigga like a fancy dinner, how I take him out You know that bitch got thirty bodies and you still ate her out My pops ran off with a bow, I'm 'bout to take this nigga out This shit really surprise me, what niggas doin' for some clout You on the stand testifying? Lil' nigga, you a mouse Had to shoot up the liquor store, I seen a nigga my Ross Too addicted to the lean, poured that shit in my Voss You ain't got enough for it, boy, stop asking what it cost Stingy like Mr. Krabs when it comes down to my sauce Got chased by a fat mall cop, he look like Rick Ross Like I'm hooping with this nigga, hit him with a criss cross My bitch ain't tryna let me fuck, this shit got me pissed off Now I'm in my DM's, probably 'bout to trick off Told the bitch I wanna fuck so how much do that cost? Niggas lookin' at my 'fit like, "How much do that cost?" Sent the AR bullet to his head and I knocked his cap off I just jugged my bitch lil' cousin and he from Utah I just got a couple bows in in the U-Haul My mama said she tryna move, punched her a U-Haul When you walk in my house, nigga, take your shoes off Remember back in middle school, fucking in the school office My shirt says Givenchy, yours say Pink Dolphin She ain't never smoke Runtz, I can tell by how she coughin' Your bitch keep lurking my page, dawg, I think I got a stalker My lil' brownskin bitch and I call her KeKe Palmer Finna catch this nigga slipping at his own housewarming I just slid down on a nigga at his own house party A bitch just called my phone and I think she need forty Last night, I had a dream I went to jail this morning 'Cause I kidnapped a nigga and them motherfuckers caught me Pop a nigga while I'm on Instagram Live, screen record him Jugged a fat nigga from Cali, and he look like E-40 You at the gas station scraping up change for your 40 It costs fifty to re-up on a quarter, but you only got forty It costs forty to pay your phone bill but you only got thirty Fuck the bitch so hard, she said, "What, you tryna hurt me? Heard about your boyfriend, that lil' nigga, he a turkey He ain't got ninety-nine cents to grab three beef jerkies Lil' lame ass nigga, caught him on Instagram jerking Niggas watching my page, on Instagram lurking He called for a Hi-Tech, hit him with dish detergent 'Cause niggas tryna drink lean and they ain't even got a purpose This bitch must be out of her mind, tellin' me she a virgin I can tell if Wock' hit 'cause the shit be too purple Lil' nerdy ass nigga, boy, you look like Steve Urkel Niggas 20 years old and they still got a curfew? Since you was sneak dissing on the 'Gram, I'ma hurt you Lil' dawg a sneakerhead, I just scammed my own nephew Sixty for a three-five, I'm smoking on Fruity Pebbles He went to jail for a week and turned into a fruity pebble I just poured an eight of red, I'm 'bout to turn into the devil My bitch say she wanna leave, go ahead, 'cause I'ma let you Popped my cousin in the alley, I'm 'bout to bury him with a shovel I just fucked his lil' bitch, now she wanna chill and cuddle A nigga tried to hit a lick, I popped his ass like a bubble Invested in a couple houses, I'm on a whole different level I just ordered iPhones, in who name? My lil' nephew Finna paralyze aa opp and turn him into a vegetable Somebody need to get they bitch, she keep grabbing on my testicles Told my bitch, "You got potential and you cute, so I'ma invest in you"