Mayhem Music - Cas

It’s that shit right here

Dollar bill dreams

My nigga Jag, Cassidy

Chubby Swag Jag

Mayhem Music nigga

Cassidy, the hustla

And I’ve got my man ARAb, top goon of Philly

DJ Thorough

It’s Mayhem Music

Look, on my mama he a basic chillin'

Heard he in the streets, he dealin' flip more, Rick the villain

Big chief, I be smokin' in my TB chillin'

My little goon just caught a body but at least he killin'

For show the nicest part bullets rip your spine apart

Ice got me drawning, niggas clowinin'.

Watch us clumb the charts

Oh yea, I grind with sharks.

I was with 'em last night

Come to things, I’m the one they come to with the glass pipes

Stackin' on my stacks just so I can get my cash right

While with the coka, runnin' miles on my mass pipe

But I don’t double them.

I don’t got a Maybach

Soon as niggas spend I’m thinkin' what niggas could make back

Hit up Abby, I sent him 2, he send me 8 back

Gorilla, where my apes at?

I’ll rock you nigga asap

Niggas is jokin', somebody told me makes back

Well, tell me where the cake at.

The jews and the safe at

The train, A clap.

I’m ridin' with fats that don’t slip

You talkin' out the side of your neck, blaw

My whole team workin', I come for the cream cousin

We see you fakin', I see you straight like I’m mean muggin'

Yea, I’ll be bustin' in my sleep like I’m dream fuckin'

The smoke comin' out the barrow like a steam oven

I’ll be rippin' the pipe hard, the stiff in the rod

That’s why my trips to the night, yea, I be shippin' the blocks

I’m mad happy, I’m filled with punches, I’m Jag happy

Couldn’t cut it in school but now I’m stab happy

And now I’ve got the bad bitches getting mad at me

Everything cost, gotta pay me just to grab at me

Got to the bak and the teller throwin' bags at me

Car lot, got the car, dealer throwin' Jags at me

We on that new shit, rain man in the booth seat

Work in the trunk like a roo sip, we too thick

I’m runnin' like bad tiers, been workin' on mad tier

Jag fired, got the Family Guy on, it’s Quagmire

Nigga I’m scorchin', I’m past fire, lava land

I come from south central, the home of a lot of champs

I got a camp that I roam with and you got us amped

My name been up in the streets like I got a stamp

I’m too hot with the blue rocks in my diamond bag

We buzzin' like hornets, I’m ballin' out in my Cayman back

Yea, I’m getting the best A’s from some essays

Fuck my niggas workin', they grindin' til all their debts paid

Believe me, you could get greezy like fresh wades

Run up on you, pull a gun up on you long as my left leg

Y’all folk would get your jaw broke or your chest cage

I use the Gillette blade to cut you like a fresh fave

I’m always on my job, I never get no rest days

I’m sittin' on the yolk like a fresh laid nestle

I just cop the watch with the guap that I’ve just made

The racks C through like my watch got X ray

And I’m a sex slave for punta on cunta

Kent 8, I’m str8 like 6 o’clock but you’re Bengay

I don’t know how them other men play, I’ve gotta get guap

So I’ll be chopin' them plots like I’m a sensei

Comprende?

My clientele order quarters

I could make that white bitch swim in some boiling water

And I’ve got your chick open like a C section

Giving me neck and she don’t have no gag reflex

You’ll be tricking 'em bitches, I’m having free sex

My homies like remix, every night a freak fest

She a freak with some double D breasts

I’m fly as a pterodactyl, she eat the meat like a T-Rex

Fuck the BS.

I’m movin' that Ryan Seacrest

Grindin', shinin' like a diamond, VVS

Yea, I’m on the strip to the packet bong

Lookin' for a nigga I could empty out the ratchet on

I clap the drone on the same strip that I’m trapping on

Big kids get that in the same hits, they hat is on

I got a lot of diamonds and a lot of platinum on

Cause I rap and I made this track that I’m rappin' on

These rap cats I be snackin' on

Fuck it!

I’m cold blooded.

In the summer time I need a jacket on

Cats is dron, I’d better get Lucy Lu

I’m wearin' shoes, a Gucci belt and some Gucci shoes

I left this groupie with a coochie bruise

And a red ass cause I had trash with her coochie coo

Kiss my back side

I just bought a coup and made the back seat give the roof a piggy back ride

And the pink change colors like a kitty cat eye

That’s crack nigga, cause I’m the shit like crack litter

It’s a rap nigga

They say money make the world spin

I’m at the Louie store, spendin' like a whirlwind

And put your RA cryin' 'bout a girlfriend

I’d rather get the pyrex and drop your end

I get straight to the pussy, no foreplay

I was sittin' in jail for a short stay

And let that nigga show up on court day

I’m a show him a moon in broad day

AK street sweep, no duff pan

Cut grams, play the corners like a cut man

I left school, used to hang in the hookie house

I dropped all N word and pulled the cookie house

Big money, gotta count for 3 days

White girl, I make you drop like D Wade

Perk Lee, Sour D, you’re the pea haze

I had your girl tell me I’ve got 3 legs

I be with goons that take lives

10 stacks to the ground when I shake dice

Bad bitch in the car, that’s straight dike

Fat ass with jaw like a great white

Night horror, move it all on the late night

20 large in my drawer but I could take flight

I’m in LA, I’m a Road Runner

So fuck lap, I’m getting burned for the lil numbers

I’m a rich taker, I get big paper

I’ve got a Mag 32 for my brick playaz

Or EA’s just a set and I’m the dictator

20 grand is a bet and that’s shit paper

I took a brown paper bag to the car lot

Drove off, red Jag and his hard top

I carry big guns thata make a car stop

Give my young’un 9 soft and get a mall shot

I used to walk around with hoes in my snickers

Now my block move night hoes in my sleep

Rolled from the streets and live in the line of fire

Pull up, bang on 'em, stock myer

I got nigga thata bring it to your mom homes

Hidin' in the bush, 30 shot, 9 off

So what your life like?

I showed you what mine about

Sellin' weed, rock bricks, I took 9 out

I get guap, I was raised on a drug block

I’m a goon, I keep a mass in the glove box

We was poor, we didn’t get to eat our grub hot

Now I’m at the car lot with a drugnot

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