Shitty Kash

[Intro: Kasher Quon]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
Kasher Quon
Let's go (Boomin need extras)
Alright, alright, alright
You feel me?

[Verse 1: Kasher Quon]
Next time you see me, I'm hopping out a Wraith
Got flicked with a pistol and caught a case
I should've did the race
I'm riding in a SRT with the red brakes

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Yeah, she gon' suck it with enthusiasm
Bend it over, beat the box down, she need a coochie casket
Thousand dollar 'Miri jean rocker, ain't no Truey fashion
Only time I punch is on the web, we get tooly active

[Verse 3: TrDee]
I'll get a watch and still show up to the scene late
Starting to think my opps Ray Charles, they ain't seen pape'
Wе been getting to it for a minute, boy, yo team latе
Always on the go, told the dealer I don't need brakes

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Melrose then Rodeo, bitch, I'm shopping out of state
We gon' pop him like a soda, we gon' drop him like a eighth
Steak fiend, everyday I got hibachi on my plate
I ain't had the Glock with me, had to sock him in the face

[Verse 5: Kasher Quon]
And I turned on my VPN, I don't want no trace
I told that bitch I wanna fuck, I don't want no face
I don't really want the head
My cousin ran off, I had to shoot him in his leg

[Verse 6: StanWill]
Quon spared his life, if I shoot him, it's a head shot
I don't put them fuckers on my toes if they ain't dead stock
I don't smoke but all the za floating got me head high
Erase him like a pencil but the Glocky hold the lead now

[Verse 7: TrDee]
If you be quiet, real quiet, you might hear the chatter
Hopping out like the Home Improvement, Glock got a ladder
Shitting on niggas 24/7, I ain't got a bladder
Hit her once and then I really play like I ain't never had her

[Verse 8: BabyTron]
Told Primo punch me in, we in here labbed up
Bitch a Hall of Fame headhunter, she ain't gag once
Off-White hit for five hunnid, this bitch tagged up
Flash and the beam on the rifle, don't get zapped up

[Verse 9: Kasher Quon]
The last nigga tried to rob me got clapped up
I had a Hellcat but that bitch got smacked up
Somebody hit it
Just shot that lil' nigga in his head and knocked off his fitted

[Verse 10: StanWill]
Quiet-ass weed, looked at yo blunt and it whispered to me
I ain't worried 'bout no opposition, I got blickoruny
Cut for real, had gang and them throw the scissors to me
Probably counting chicken in the Porsche, I done pigeon coop'd it

[Verse 11: TrDee]
Had my back stabbed, I [?] like it was infamous
Baby kinda bad, I don't want her if she chicken-less
Primo dropped buffs and they whiter than a picket fence
How you wanna beef with no money? It ain't making sense

[Verse 12: BabyTron]
Lil' bitch, it's the grand finale
Since tenth grade, swear to God, I been scamming grannies
Unc' somewhere east in a vacant, probably slapping Xannies
Forty K, stuff it in the Louis, finna pack the fanny

[Outro: BabyTron]
Ayy, ShittyBoyz