CashGang

24 shit

Your bitch came in a Lyft, but she came for a train

Call me Dugg, I don't wanna fuck, she came for the gang

I woke up drunk still with stains on my Bape

You do whatever the ho say, you a slave with a cape (Ham)

You woulda thought I sprained my ankle, bitch, I'm on brace (Fuck the opps)

My bitch gave hula hoop, she ain't got no waist (Thick as hell)

This **** Lik crashed the 'Cat, man, he so laced (Ayy, what the fuck?)

I seen your bitch, you got corona, ain't got no taste (COVID)

We put your mans on a shirt, we on wanted posters

Me and three bitches make a movie, yeah, Warner Brothers

We got the city cliquin' up, don't even know each other (At all)

Bitch tryna cuddle while she bleedin', ho, this ain't a slumber (Fuck?), naw

Yeah, bitch, you gotta get out

I wouldn't dare slide with you, heard you got a big mouth

You might not be a rat, boy, but you a big mouse (You a rat)

Just had a famous bitch on Linwood with her tits out

He done blacked his bitch eye 'cause she eyein' me

The weed haunted, when I'm off this trey, I'm seein' zombies

I don't wanna fuck the bitch if she ain't a dime piece (Bye)

When I'm in the club, I be sprayin' the hoes with Dom P (Shh)

Boy, your ass cap, you need to be wearin' a Don C (Cappin'-ass boy)

We can be in Livonia, boy, I'm still shootin' on camera (Doo-doo-doo)

Yeah, you bought that bitch a truck, but I rammed her (Dumbass)

My white boy throw bullets, Adam Sandler (Grrat)

I be in your bitch head like some dandruff (I'm all in her shit)

Fuck that **** tatted on you, I'll shoot him off your skin (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)

Better move when this bitch bust, .223s knock off limbs (Frrt)

Smoke a **** boots and I ain't talkin' 'bout no Timbs (He outta there)

But I be knockin' bitches' boots, she ran her mouth to her friends (This bitch messy as hell)

Yeah, I smacked your bitch down, but it was not raw (John Cena)

Boy, we known for bendin', swingin' metal like we Topgolf (Topgolf)

After I fuck and get the head, you get dropped off

Doggy said I gotta make the food like some hot sauce (That's it)

You gon' rob who? Boy, that shit for the birds

Love money, I ain't got no limit like I'm Herb

Me and Izzo both fucked, bitch, you gang now (You 24)

You get shot at every week, boy, you Dame house

This shit crazy, she sucked gang dick with the same mouth

Lonnie my brother, on that road, we take the same route

Boy, I got thrust, she gon' let me fuck, I don't need to ask (At all)

Tell your mans to chill out before I treat his ass

Innocent, showin' my bitch off, she a Neimans bag (What's up, bae?)

My bitch face cold as hell, she don't need an ass (Boy)