Take III

[Intro]
Ayy, last name Cash, first name Co
Big shit popper, whatever the fuck you wanna call that nigga
HitKidd, what it do, man? (Ah, shit)
Yeah

[Verse]
I got somethin to say up in here
The first nigga play up in here, he gon' lay up in here, he gon' stay up in here
Tote my stick everyday up in here, this shit crucial like I just bought Clay up in here
I been runnin' it way up, this shit like a lay up, I’m havin' my way up in here
Glizzy with the Glock stop, pull up in a drop top
We gon' spin his block, drop it right off at the chop shop
Bloody like a clot, dawg, sorry, I cannot stop
Hit 'em in his stomach, turn his shirt into a crop top
Never had a soft spot, run up on me, pop, pop
Every nigga with me, tote a semi, thеse are not props
Cruisin' with a thot box, pick it from the opp block
Niggas standin' by, it kind of hard for thеm to not watch
They tryna mimic me, can’t be my mini-me
We not the same, they, like, zero percent of me
Shit on my enemies, I know they sick of me
They havin' cash, but that shit ain't equivalent
Never been friendly, it ain’t no befriending me
Fuck that lil' boy, he got bitch nigga tendencies
Movin' so vividly, humble humility
That nigga broke, get him out my vicinity
Ho, just to be in my presence a privilege
But you can stay if you keep it explicit
She eat the dick like the meal is exquisite
And she bring a friend every time that she visit
I’m chasin' digits, I don’t do the dissin'
Never see my name in no nigga mentions
My dawg, he don’t like to talk, but he vicious
He just go suit up and handle the business
They tryna run off with shit I invented
They know who the hottest, of course they gon' copy
Young nigga poppin', but never been cocky
It’s one in the head or the Glock don’t cock it
Pretty lil' body, she callin' me papi
She callin', my bitch look like Buffy, the body
Look at my pockets, they buff and they stocky
Got rich in the yo, so they callin' me Gotti
Who is this Co nigga? Won’t play with no nigga
He do a show, his stick go through the door with him
Running with gorillas, trappers and go-getters
Sell it for high, but we buy for the low, nigga
Money get so bigger, bitches be so bitter
Blockin' my phone 'cause I said I can’t go with her
Fuck that lil' ho nigga, go get the dough, nigga
I used to sleep on a pallet with no pillow
Baby .9 on me, this bitch don’t got no sitter
Where is the nanny, racks stuffed in the fanny
Rock so much gold they think I won a Grammy
Count up a hundred while still in my jammies
We havin' big bucks and never no whammies
She seen my ice and she came out her panties
Screaming my name, make her chant it in Spanish
She’s a grown woman, but like to get managed
Rich as fuck, got 'em calling me Manny
If she’s a cougar, I’ll fuck on your mammy
Keep baggin', thumb through them racks in a a hammy
Rich nigga shit, the broke wouldn’t understand me
I got some niggas that’s trappin' and scammin'
You got some niggas that’s livin' informant
Bought a new chopper, this bitch Pakistani
Make the wrong move and I let it do damage
Don’t condone bitch shit, that’ll get you hit quick
I ain’t playin Madden, but I call my caddy hit stick
Always been a misfit, all my diamonds glistenin'
My neck and my wrist lit, call me, "Mr. Big Shit"
Spent a nigga five months rent up on a fit bitch
Shit they never seen, they like, "Nigga, where'd you get this?"
Soon as a bitch hold out her hand, she get dismissed
Sent a pic of money when she asked me for a dick pic
I’m in the A with a thick bitch from Illinois
Coon, you don’t care, what you rockin a fitted for?
They think they started the shit I been did before
Just poppin' shit, what you all in yo feelings for?
Broke a bitch, now this ho callin' me City Boy
Got on two chains and my thigh got a Titty Boi
Better think twice when it’s me that you sendin' for
Watch how you talk to the biggest, lil' bitty boy

[Outro]
HitKidd, what it do, man?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I be havin' this sound or somethin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah