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letra de is it meth? freestyle - cash kidd

[intro]
(can we have a check, please?)
oh, for real, baby?
ayy, sh-t
ooh

[verse 1]
bustdown, no transfer
i’m a money counter jammer, b-tch, my hands hurt
say she wanna 69, told her, “ladies first”
all my sneaks a1, n-gga, jalen hurts
yeah, i want my cake and eat it too, that’s just the way it works
way up and i’ma stay up, but i ain’t take a perc’
i can tell they hate us, i’m tryna make it worse
benz that i’m in new, boy, watch me make it jerk
skrrt off on a hatin’-ass poor bum
made twenty thousand by the time you got off p-rnhub
try me, perfect way to test your luck
40 got b-tton on this b-tch like warmups, ayy
gave her back to the streets, i got more sl-ts
ayy, might collect twenty g’s on a store run, ayy
off the l!cks and the hits from the tour bus
in a porsche truck sittin’ higher than a horse b-tt
ayy, horse ass, send my b-tch at your dork ass
milk you, then bring your chips to me like doordash
i want all the f-ckin’ smoke, n-gga, no cap
hoe that n-gga so hard, rep dough flags
feet bleedin’, when the f-ck i step on broke glass?
i feel like the f-ckin’ tin man in these chrome pants
compare me to forrest gump how i road ran
got my nose in the air like a coke head
n-gga think he f-ckin’ with me, what a slow man
it’s a hundred-percent chance you got no chance
you ain’t never got no money, you the broke friend
i got double c’s on me like a coke can
[chorus]
tuh, nah, he ain’t really that
bro went up to kidd, she like, “can you please hit me back?”
my lil’ ho wanna trap overseas really bad
he think he can f-ck with me, yes indeed, he’s off meth
you ain’t never goin’ high-speed with the strap
ot with an eater, louis v on my back
i ain’t trippin’ on no n-gga, put some cheese on his hat
they ain’t livin’ like i’m livin’ so they think this sh-t cap

[verse 2]
i understand, you ain’t livin’ like me
you ain’t really seen sh-t so you don’t think how i think
you don’t wake up every day to another five-piece
you ain’t never made a n-gga pay you for his wifey
eldy-ass boy, he done fell for scammlikeelyy
icy, pointers on my ass like a bike seat
prayin’ for these dumb-ass n-ggas, god bless
think he f-ckin’ with me? why is everybody tryin’ meth?
got the switch on my hip, lil nas x
n-gga broke as h-ll fightin’ demons, mortal kombat
out at the bet awards tryna hide strap, huh
pourin’ drank, gettin’ higher like a job app, huh

[chorus]
tuh, nah, he ain’t really that
bro went up to kidd, she like, “can you please hit me back?”
my lil’ ho wanna trap overseas really bad
he think he can f-ck with me, yes indeed, he’s off meth
you ain’t never goin’ high-speed with the strap
ot with an eater, louis v on my back
i ain’t trippin’ on no n-gga, put some cheese on his hat
they ain’t livin’ like i’m livin’ so they think this sh-t cap

- cash kidd

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