Fuck w/ Me

[Verse 1: Cash Click Boog]
Just got the call, my dog say it's game time
He just made a play for sixty K but at the same time
June finna touch, he fresh off the main line
We finna set the city on fire, boy I ain't lyin'
Nigga this the family, everybody Cash Clickin'
I don't know where I'm headed, I just know I'm on a cash mission
She ain't tryna fuck, I'm gone, I ain't ass kissin'
Lookin' for Rihanna 'cause I got a thing for bad bitches
Fuck with me, I don't think them niggas should
If you lookin' for a boss, pull up and ask to speak to Boog
North Central or the South, my name good in either hood
Sleepin' on me, this forty make a nigga sleep for good
Ever since a young age I been in that shit
Never been a problem starter, I just finish shit
ST up in this bitch, SB up in this bitch
And they'll do a nigga dirty, I done witnessed it, nigga
Say low, we still keep it J-O
My jump out niggas still on the payroll
I take an eight ounce out the blick and fill it back up with Karo
This my year, I'm finna act an A-hole, but ayy though
I hear niggas tryna get me broke off
Behind some niggas that I had to rope off
They know I keep that plastic and they know that I'll squeeze it
They pussy and I'm startin' to believe it, fuck with me

[Chorus: Cash Click Mylo & Cash Click Boog]
This ain't Savage Life or Webbie
My lil niggas totin' heavy and they ready
So tell them niggas fuck with me
Why you tryna squash the beef?
Just bought a chopper that's gon' knock him off his feet
Feet nigga, fuck with me
Niggas talkin' sneakin' Boog
Then we drill him, bitch I wish a nigga would
I wish a nigga would fuck with me
We ain't hidin', we in the hood
Cash Click bitch, let's get this understood
We in the hood bitch, fuck with me

[Verse 2: Cash Click Boog]
I really know y'all, bitch I'll pull your fuckin' ho card
Trippin' off 'caine like I'm O-Dog
I ain't trustin' no broad
'cause she'll have them niggas up in your yard
Free my nigga Daddy on the phone yard
I'm finna sew the game
My nigga Red said you gotta Bogard
I got this big bro, I'm finna go hard, fuck with me
Don't get this shit confused, I ain't a rap nigga
I done robbed niggas, I done whacked niggas
Shout out my brodie Shy 'cause he a trap nigga
And this MCM bag, it got a MAC in it
So fuck with me, bitch and we'll tear the whole scene up
They know it's murder season so them niggas tryna team up
Willie in the cut and you know he got that beam tucked
Playin' with street sweepers bitch, get your ass cleaned up
Bounced fresh out of jail and got my green up
I'm in a Rollie and an Audi pourin' lean up
So fuck with me

[Chorus: Cash Click Mylo & Cash Click Boog]
This ain't Savage Life or Webbie
My lil niggas totin' heavy and they ready
So tell them niggas fuck with me
Why you tryna squash the beef?
Just bought a chopper that's gon' knock him off his feet
Feet nigga, fuck with me
Niggas talkin' sneakin' Boog
Then we drill him, bitch I wish a nigga would
I wish a nigga would fuck with me
We ain't hidin', we in the hood
Cash Click bitch, let's get this understood
We in the hood bitch, fuck with me