4D Kap - kash flow/no diss Lyrics

Bitch, yeah, uh, slide, bitch Bitch I don't wanna talk, show me cash bitch
Bitch, look, bitch I don't wanna talk, show me cash bitch
Lil buddy lost his life, he tried to link up with a bad bitch
Fully up the toolie, put them switches on his ass bitch

She like where you from, I know that lil bitch like my accent
Bitch this shit by Thrax, got Purple Runtz inside his backwood
I'm knowing that he pussy, lil nigga he just act hood
Lil nigga drop the act, we get to spinning back to back with Max

Everything I'm saying facts, these niggas trying to get Jaylan wacked
Send shots at me, we spraying back, my shooter known for catching hats
I told that nigga better watch his temper, we gon' get him splat
Yeah, he a bum bitch, how you know, that nigga sleep with rats

I know they been fiending for some music, bitch I got the crack
Uh, uh, nigga diss me, he was dead by six
No face, no case, gon' pull down the mask
Pop out broad day, fake shot, four-nick

I got a call that my brother got hit
F*cked up my stomach, that shit had me sick
This opp bitch liking my shit on the gram
Tryna get some cheese, gon' turn her Swiss

I just want money, don't care about no hoes
Changing a bitch like I'm changing my clothes
That backdoor closed, can't trust no hoes
Might take your shit, don't trade that pole

Flashlight on the blicky, get the flicking
That nigga froze
Bro bout 30, but stay with the 30
Nigga shoot like Curry, but the bitch too old

Lil dread headed nigga out the B
Know they think shit sweet
Bitch, I'm in my prime, I feel like Bron
I stay with the heat, he can't go band for band nor bar for bar

That nigga ain't f*cking with me
I keep it a trill, if you claim you my brother, you better be ducking with me
That Black300 be tucked in the seat
Another 300, that shit for the feat

Nigga brought brand new shoes and went on a drill
Got blood in the crease
That nigga think he hot, we know he not
That bitch get popped like grease

Lil' bitch it's 10 o'clock, we spin your block with Glocks and ARPs
Asked about Roc, that nigga got did like Pac
Should've drove, that light was green
Okay, I get it, I know why that nigga ain't go

Cause the f*ck nigga saw red beam
Get in that jam and that nigga gon' sing
They ask how I know, cause that nigga be telling
Nigga four deep in the V with two bad bitches

But bro in the back, that nigga a felon
I put dick in her mouth, cause that lil hoe yelling
And I know he don't trap, what the f*ck is he selling
Nigga tryna get a kill, I feel like Melvin

Tryna cope with the drugs, but the shit ain't helping
I'm f*cked up inside, ain't got no blick, can't hop in this ride
You never gon' kill, so don't even slide
If you f*ck with them niggas, don't come on this side

No cap, and I put it on God
How the f*ck you drop a diss then died
Bitch, I need bread like rye
Clean blood stains out with Tide

Who the f*ck that nigga ever killed
I think that nigga lying