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Text Now
4,850
Hip-Hop/Rap
Text Now was released on August 31, 2018 by 4746 Global as a part of the album BeBe Kidd 2
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Release DateAugust 31, 2018
Label4746 Global
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cash Kidd
Cash Kidd
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cash Kidd
Cash Kidd
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marc Smith
Marc Smith
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Can't hang around us, ****, you too regular
Doin' credit card fraud with your manager
Only use texts now when I'm textin' her
[Verse 2]
Yeah, bitch, scooped me, I got necked up in the passenger
Freak bitch, might just fit her in my calendar
For you slick ****, bro, I ain't spectacular
Bitch, I opened up a lot of doors, I'm a janitor
Any bitch touch my bitch then I'll smack on her
Now, bitch, go get your brother, and we whackin' him
[Verse 3]
Yeah, find a **** location, we gon' camp out
She ain't got my real number, that's my text now
Laughin' at my old hoes with them bands, oh
All my life I've been humble, let me flex now
Hit the club, throw more paper than a class clown
Fuck a Tec, I'ma use a cal, Zac Efron
[Verse 4]
Talk to towel for an hour, already made my day
Press my buttons, grab that stick, ain't finna play no games
Y'all handcuffin' hoes, Fifty Shades of Grey
Bitch mad, I hit it quick, you shouldn't have made me wait
Bitch, life's short (For real)
We got dog pills, rap swipe, and pimp hoes
We playin' five sports
[Verse 5]
Don't forget my hoes to boot, like Rockport
Ratchet on my shoulder like I'm Joker, no more locked doors
So, I dial so many clips, grab some popcorn
Black ****, keep that steel on me, call me Cyborg
Flow so nasty, need to do some house chores
****, I just want my credit like Job Corp
[Verse 6]
Ay, say she wanna be my stuffer, hell nah, bitch
Meet the gang, you a runner
Don't know if your bitch pussy good, I used a rubber
Must of been a mirage, **** said his diamond's water, ay, ay
[Verse 7]
She said, they said you was a dog
That was so true
Duh, bitch, now if you love me fuck my bro too
I don't believe this shitty rap, I need some more proof
Just scuffed my white Balenciagas, killed my whole mood
[Verse 8]
Ay, when I was down, who could I go to?
All of a sudden now you love me, bitch, I'm who?
Fuck a class, when you're united, hit the whole school
I feel like Dexter in the lab with them long tools
That bitch who made it rain, known, that's my prostitute
There's hams everywhere I go learned that from Dr. Seuss
[Verse 9]
Temperae was gettin' head in the locker room
My bitch punched it for the pink, I call her Majenboo
If I'm lyin' then I'm dyin', I ain't gotta booze
Ay, fuck a drive-by, we gon' stop and shoot 'em
[Verse 10]
Old bitch left me hangin', said, "I'm tired of you"
New baby held me down, I'm so proud of you
Ay, just tell my Draco, I'm so proud of you
Keep up, 'fore y'all **** miss a line or two
Bottom of my bitch heels look like Sonic shoes
On probation, but I still keep a Glock or two
[Verse 11]
Yeah, and that weed in me still, I can't sleep, I can't chill
RIP bro, I can't believe that shit real
For that bread melt a **** like cheese, when it's grilled
All my **** got them cans on us, king of the hill
[Verse 12]
We 'bout layin' in the bills, red bottoms on my bitch
Call her Jack and Jill 'cause it bleed on her heels
Like a butler, I'm just tryna bring in the meals
Y'all get no passes, like you double teamed in the field
[Verse 13]
We gon' see what you bought, since you tweet like you drill
I don't think 'bout y'all ****, get my cheese, my, my, bills
We don't speak on y'all ****, when we meet, we talk plans
We want bands, **** grown, still gossipin' their fans
[Verse 14]
Broke bitches need to say everybody with they friends
Bitch, tell you ****, get a bag, why he playin'?
Three strippers with me, and they all off them Xans, ay
All want me to cuff 'em, but they all got a man, ay
[Verse 15]
Bitch, I don't understand, I don't understand
Ay, I don't understand, I don't understand
Yeah, ay, ay, help me understand
[Verse 16]
Ay, bitch, scooped me, I got necked up in the passenger
Freak bitch, might just fit her in my calendar
For you slick ****, bro, I ain't spectacular
Bitch, I opened up a lot of doors, I'm a janitor
Any bitch touch my bitch then I'll smack on her
Now, bitch, go get your brother, and we whackin' him
Yeah, find a **** location, we gon' camp out
She ain't got my real number, that's my text now
Written by: Cash Kidd
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