Lynch Em

[Intro]
Yeah
(Whoever don't cook it, they gon have to do the dishes)
Yeah
Yeah
I'm feelin blessed man
Ok KMoney

[Verse]
I can see em standing in the crowd yelling lynch em (oh yeah)
How could I retire from the streets with a pension (how tf you do that)
Whoever done cook it, they gonna have to do the dishes (aight)
Bad lil bitch her taste in fashion is exquisite (I like that)
Ugly big B's it's ridiculous
It's funny I can a nigga main to my mistress (that's my hoe)
All that talkin down slit his throat like I'm whispers
Baby I'm a hoodlum I was raised in the trenches (yeah)
Hell yeah I'm talking fish scale but where the fishes (where they at)
E light full of bitchs, got your net worth in britches (talm bout)
Almost lost it all, threw the ball 4th and inches (wooh)
Baby I'm a dog touchdown bitch let's get it (let's get it)
Niggas grown as hell n steal purp and I don't get (I'm lost)
Say you did what back when must of missed it (when you do that)
When I was in the field back when I ain't see these niggas faces (none of these niggas)
Bitch I ain't trippin, if you trippin its replacements
Big woods spread it full wax they think I laced it (yeah)
Ignant young nigga throwing money on the waitress (I'm gonna fuck her)
Oh you think you cut boy you runnin with sheep (crazy)
The only statement that was made, fuck the police (fuck em)
Counting dead prez why you think it's called the white house (yeah)
Put your hand on baby they gone cuts your fucking lights out (grraa)
You wanna make some money, baby can you drive my right now (I need you)
Everyday a dollar nigga tell me what your life bout
Red pint, red seat, louis with the red feet (red)
Touchdowns in the nd, told em I was bandsteve (haha)
I can sell em hands free, I can sell em hands on, I don't give a fuck what they say imma stand strong (10 stripes nigga)
A little in your baggies, put a lil in your purse
Give some effort towards that rapper still investing in that work
Niggas asking what happened brodie stabbed me, I was hurt
I'm just finishing my last ones tryna grab some for the first
Musta admit God blessed a nigga, I ain't really stressing nigga, Babygirl came and she left a nigga
I don't want that dope if I can't stretch it nigga
Drinking Texas, countin' in a Lexus with my Texas niggas
If hatin' was a crime they'd arrest these niggas
I ain't do shit but wait my turn, just the next one wit it
Fuck the beans I should by a doc and tax for visit
Same bitch who curved me tryna fuck me cause my neck is jittin'
All that fucking money but I still don't respect these niggas
Crying for attention I guess momma was neglecting niggas