Say I Wasn’t

[Intro: Cash Kidd]
Yeah, huh
Ooh, scammers into tennis, huh, crackin' cars at Lennox
Huh, police flick us, who ain't got no record? I'm in Sprinter
Ayy
Ayy

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Ooh, Glock just had a seizure, huh, your wifey been an eater
Ayy, new side bitch meaner than Matilda teacher
Ayy, ride in a two seater, just my writer and my reader
Ayy, everywhere I go, I bare arms like it's a beater
Ayy, she just wanna suck the damn wood, bitch a beaver
Ayy, I'm the plug, get it for the Lois like I'm Peter
In a bullеtproof sleeve at the drive-in gеttin' throated
Walk around, pants hangin' like I hop out the pool soakin’
Boy, trust, if it was us that hit your block, you would know it
Big metal hanging from that whip like a bulldozer
Let my bitch fuck my ho, yeah, shit feel good, don't it?
Ayy, real P's move in silence like pneumonia
Hold up, what in the fuck dude say? You don't want it
Shot the club up on a Tuesday, ILoveMakonnen
Hit your bitch last night, say she proud of my performance
I don't even remember who I'm texting, but she don't know it

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Ayy, but say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, hm
Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, bitch
Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, ayy
Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, bitch
Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, ayy
Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, bitch
Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, ayy
Ayy, say I wasn't— ayy, ooh

[Verse 2: E-40]
Say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up
Super solid, bitch, I'm buttoned the fuck up
When you raised in the cage, it's a lot of rage
You can get your got or you can get tased
Popped in the dome, you might not make it home
The cherries are shady, the po-po know they wrong
Life is a bitch, these suckers is too
Ain't no thorough ones left, it's probably only two
I ball like Spalding when I'm at an outing
My yapper is tall and it's steady sprouting
They want me to fall and they keep doubting
Fuck all y'all, that's what I keep shouting
The ladies, they like me and my personality
I'm living by lyrics, that's my reality
I'm allergic to broke, fuck with my allergies
Exotic weed what I smoke, I burn like calories

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, hm
Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, bitch
Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, ayy
Yeah, say I wasn't cuttin' the fuck up, bitch
Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, ayy
Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, bitch
Yeah, say I wasn't fuckin' that shit up, ayy
Ayy, say I wasn't— ayy, ooh