(Aye)
Kash Life you suckas
Big Pimpin' baby
(Aye)
First off I ain't nothin' like you rap niggas
They ain't bookin' me for shows, I'd rather jack niggas
Choppa tatted on my forehead like I whack niggas
In the section poppin bottles with some trap niggas
Underdog, but I'm moving like the top dawg
This that '96 Pac, We're the Outlaws
Play with sticks and eight balls like a pool hall
Bitches show me groupie love like I'm Nate Dogg
I ain't lookin for no love, I'ma die hated
We ain't showin' you no love 'cause you violated
Dark stout Backwood full of Ronald Regan
Jackboys here to take it, we ain't tryna make it
(Kash Life nigga)
Like I don't give a f*ck (Aye)
That bitch you call yo' boo, she tryna suck me up (Aye)
Ain't worried bout no bitch, I'm tryna double up (Aye)
I'm Stone Cold, keep two middle fingers up (Aye)
I'm tryna run it up, you'd rather run yo' mouth
They say that time is money, yo shit runnin' out (Damn)
The Marathon Continues, I'ma run a route
Lil bro just came from Dallas, said he needs some pounds
Real gangstas move in silence, hoe don't make a sound
Done soaked up all the game and still don't play around
Before I build you up hoe I'ma break you down
Can't be slippin on my pimpin, that shit ain't allowed
Like I don't give a f*ck (Aye)
That bitch you call yo boo, she tryna suck me up (Aye)
Ain't worried bout no bitch, I'm tryna double up
In a land of lollipops, I gotta sucka duck
Sorta like the gas prices, how I'm goin up
In loving memory of Brock is how I'm pourin' up
I ain't make it to yo viewing 'cause they locked me up
Turned the cell into hell I was hot as f*ck
Like where was niggas when I had to call collect, huh
I had yo number, but I knew you wouldn't accept, huh
For all them days I was locked up like a pet, huh
I'ma make sure them the days you regret, shit
(Nah f*ck them niggas man)
Nah I Don't give A f*ck (Aye)
That bitch you call yo boo, she tryna suck me up (Aye)
Ain't worried bout no bitch, I'm tryna double up (Aye)
I'm Stone Cold, Keep two middle fingers up (Aye)
I'm tryna run it up, you'd rather run yo mouth
They say that time is money, yo shit runnin' out
The marathon Continues, I'ma run a route
Lil bro just came from Dallas, said he needs some pounds
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(Aye)
Kash Life you suckas
Big Pimpin' baby
(Aye)
First off I ain't nothin' like you rap niggas
They ain't bookin' me for shows, I'd rather jack niggas
Choppa tatted on my forehead like I whack niggas
In the section poppin bottles with some trap niggas
Underdog, but I'm moving like the top dawg
This that '96 Pac, We're the Outlaws
Play with sticks and eight balls like a pool hall
Bitches show me groupie love like I'm Nate Dogg
I ain't lookin for no love, I'ma die hated
We ain't showin' you no love 'cause you violated
Dark stout Backwood full of Ronald Regan
Jackboys here to take it, we ain't tryna make it
(Kash Life nigga)
Like I don't give a f*ck (Aye)
That bitch you call yo' boo, she tryna suck me up (Aye)
Ain't worried bout no bitch, I'm tryna double up (Aye)
I'm Stone Cold, keep two middle fingers up (Aye)
I'm tryna run it up, you'd rather run yo' mouth
They say that time is money, yo shit runnin' out (Damn)
The Marathon Continues, I'ma run a route
Lil bro just came from Dallas, said he needs some pounds
Real gangstas move in silence, hoe don't make a sound
Done soaked up all the game and still don't play around
Before I build you up hoe I'ma break you down
Can't be slippin on my pimpin, that shit ain't allowed
Like I don't give a f*ck (Aye)
That bitch you call yo boo, she tryna suck me up (Aye)
Ain't worried bout no bitch, I'm tryna double up
In a land of lollipops, I gotta sucka duck
Sorta like the gas prices, how I'm goin up
In loving memory of Brock is how I'm pourin' up
I ain't make it to yo viewing 'cause they locked me up
Turned the cell into hell I was hot as f*ck
Like where was niggas when I had to call collect, huh
I had yo number, but I knew you wouldn't accept, huh
For all them days I was locked up like a pet, huh
I'ma make sure them the days you regret, shit
(Nah f*ck them niggas man)
Nah I Don't give A f*ck (Aye)
That bitch you call yo boo, she tryna suck me up (Aye)
Ain't worried bout no bitch, I'm tryna double up (Aye)
I'm Stone Cold, Keep two middle fingers up (Aye)
I'm tryna run it up, you'd rather run yo mouth
They say that time is money, yo shit runnin' out
The marathon Continues, I'ma run a route
Lil bro just came from Dallas, said he needs some pounds
Kash Life you suckas
Big Pimpin' baby
(Aye)
First off I ain't nothin' like you rap niggas
They ain't bookin' me for shows, I'd rather jack niggas
Choppa tatted on my forehead like I whack niggas
In the section poppin bottles with some trap niggas
Underdog, but I'm moving like the top dawg
This that '96 Pac, We're the Outlaws
Play with sticks and eight balls like a pool hall
Bitches show me groupie love like I'm Nate Dogg
I ain't lookin for no love, I'ma die hated
We ain't showin' you no love 'cause you violated
Dark stout Backwood full of Ronald Regan
Jackboys here to take it, we ain't tryna make it
(Kash Life nigga)
Like I don't give a f*ck (Aye)
That bitch you call yo' boo, she tryna suck me up (Aye)
Ain't worried bout no bitch, I'm tryna double up (Aye)
I'm Stone Cold, keep two middle fingers up (Aye)
I'm tryna run it up, you'd rather run yo' mouth
They say that time is money, yo shit runnin' out (Damn)
The Marathon Continues, I'ma run a route
Lil bro just came from Dallas, said he needs some pounds
Real gangstas move in silence, hoe don't make a sound
Done soaked up all the game and still don't play around
Before I build you up hoe I'ma break you down
Can't be slippin on my pimpin, that shit ain't allowed
Like I don't give a f*ck (Aye)
That bitch you call yo boo, she tryna suck me up (Aye)
Ain't worried bout no bitch, I'm tryna double up
In a land of lollipops, I gotta sucka duck
Sorta like the gas prices, how I'm goin up
In loving memory of Brock is how I'm pourin' up
I ain't make it to yo viewing 'cause they locked me up
Turned the cell into hell I was hot as f*ck
Like where was niggas when I had to call collect, huh
I had yo number, but I knew you wouldn't accept, huh
For all them days I was locked up like a pet, huh
I'ma make sure them the days you regret, shit
(Nah f*ck them niggas man)
Nah I Don't give A f*ck (Aye)
That bitch you call yo boo, she tryna suck me up (Aye)
Ain't worried bout no bitch, I'm tryna double up (Aye)
I'm Stone Cold, Keep two middle fingers up (Aye)
I'm tryna run it up, you'd rather run yo mouth
They say that time is money, yo shit runnin' out
The marathon Continues, I'ma run a route
Lil bro just came from Dallas, said he needs some pounds
Writer: Andrell Brown
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