Cassidy - 5002-0 lyrics

Uh bul, before I dim your lights and end
Your life attempting to fend your life
It’s punches when I write like the paper and
Pen was in a fight all I do is win in life
I got to rub it in like shampoo
You not gon’ do good in here
You wasn’t conditioned right
Listen, I played my position right
I’m from the slum
I brought his daughter up ‘cause y’all
Thought this bul was tough
Yeah I brought her up ‘cause this bul nut
I ain’t come for fun
It’s two reasons why I don’t give a fuck
So listen up i brought a gun
The strap on my waist not a cummberbund
I’ll pull it out and wet
Shit up if I’m pissed, That’s number one
You was young and dumb, as a younging
I wasn’t dumb as you
If you move, bow, I’m with the shit


That’s number two
Assholes get bullet or stab holes
I brung a crew ahead to make you fall off
Track like hoes bundles do you Da Animal
Is you from the jungle or from the zoo?
The gun I brung for you make your guts fly
Stomach flu i could rap and can rumble too
Who think this guy a factor?
I flame and gassed up
It’s a fucking fire hazard
I with born with the name, BARS
I’ma die a rapper
I buy tobacco and light up loud, firecracker
The dro I smoke, it cause scoliosis
It got me twisted, prescription
Will straight backs, I’m a chiropractor
The feds got me fed up, fuck the wire tappers
I’m the guy that rather live life
Angry than die in laughter
If you the guy I’m after, of course
I’ma spark the shot
Get caught in the parking lot
Leave a corpse in your parking spot
Pop! Dog, you’re not in my pedigree
You’re obsessed with me
Ever since you net with me
You could stop sweating me
You definitely cannot mess with me
And I’m so convinced
You never raced in a Wraith
You never drove a Benz
Fuck all the dough you
Spent, yo, against Conceited
You with sweaty
How you bought Burberry but no deodorant?
And how you got them so
Convinced using gun bars
With a juvy gun charge
No homicides and no attempts?
You never had to fight a
Case and build no defense
Facing doing life upstage and you
Still showed your strength
It’s so intense, they’re recommending a deal
‘Cause they got witness
Codefendants is beginning to squeal
You rather snitch, I rather win on appeal
Your parents knew they had a bitch before
Your birth the first gender reveal
I still don’t know how being feminine feel
I grew up different
Went from CO’s to PO’s holding the cup
Pissing my life a movie, I’m cut different
Director’s edit
Act up, I’ll shoot and make a scene
No director’s credit
It’s extra hectic you’re locked in jail
‘til you’re out of jail
I was stressed the second I got to
Jail when they locked the cell
You never got the cell powder
Smell and gun powder smell
Plus you’re washed up, it’s a clean body
Shower gel i could smell you ain’t got the
"fresh out the shower" smell
You got that "been in the gym
For a couple hours" smell
I got that "OG kush mixed
With the sour" smell
The smoke in your building been bush
Since when the Towers fell
My buddy got shot, on top of his grave
Flowers fell buddy in the box and he can’t
Tell how the flowers smell
But I could that you cats pretending
You ain’t got a pistol with you
I’ll pistolwhip you ‘til the ratchet bending
Cats act like they’re actually
Winning but actually women
This verse nuts and this jerk suck
Happy ending
If we scrap, I’m winning, a nigga could box
But you know how I roll
Ratchet when the triggers will pop
You ever heard a bitch nigga get shot
And the way that man yell
You can’t tell if it’s a nigga or not?
These snakes cold-blooded even if
The temperature hot
So keep your heat before they
Make your body temperature drop
They got time
They’re taking risks like a Switzerland watch
Sticking sweet niggas up
Fuck an insulin shot
You’re diabetic? What symptoms you got?
‘Cause the guys that make sure you die will
Be these niggas sent to your spot
If I spend a couple bands
You’ll get instantly rocked
They buy drums and play with sticks
But they don’t instrument shop
If I don’t know what type intensions you got
I can’t trust you
Ask Smack, a punch you want
A backhand or the damn knuckles
I hand-to hand hustle
Push weight from the damn muscle
Rubberband man, on that type tip
‘cause I can’t struggle i had yayo to grind
Now I own a clothing line
If I could sell a ki, I could see a tee
I grand hustle
My fam hustle, we got lawyers, fuck it
I keep two tiny ratchets I
Name Monica and LeToya Luckett
The boys I fuck with will grip the toast
And if they’re ever in the
Bing, they’ll never sing
But on a different note
They’ll get you smoked like the weed man
They’ll start to spray out the blue and
You’ll get aired like the Febreeze can
You need bands ‘cause all the
Stuff in the mall cost i need land
I want to know how much the whole mall cost
Bitch, you ain’t gon’ do shit
But tip the law off snitch call the law
Then erase the shit out your car alarm
But forget the law, dog
This thing on my waist will still ring even
If I switch my income and calls off
Charles, I knew you failed, nigga
You talk your shit, but when you start
To spit, I smell a doodoo smell, Nigga
I heard when you was Nunu Nellz nigga
She sticked a finger in your butt
Your doodoo under Nunu nails, Nigga
And you could tell niggas try
To fake it to win
Hydro got my eyes low, no relation to Jin
You straight thug when you’re
Tasting your Hen
But a fake thug can taste blood
Take slugs and never taste shit again
You make too many mistakes with the pen
You suffocate him ‘til he
Die suffocated again
Beasley told me that he need
Me on the stages again
To demonstrate how to bark
Niggas’ faces again
If you’re a star, it’s hard making a friend
You shine, They look up in the galaxy to see
The type of space that you’re in
They lied and said I had relations with men
Nah, I’m the guy that criticize
The feminization of men
They’re spreading false information again
Hating again making shit up to discredit
My reputation again
Niggas claim to be homophobic
But then believe
The story when a homo told it
This an easy case to defend
Man, a tran got to fake it to win
I’ve been straight like 6 o’clock
We’re not gon’ have this conversation again
I’m rapped out
I doubt he know the situation he in
He gon’ rest in peace
Get a wake but never wake up again
I couldn’t wait to see his face in the end
I just smoked Goodz, I’m ‘bout
To smoke a wood, Celebrating my win
And I’ll shoot your building up, Fornite
Front get lit up right from the door
Code word: porch light
You owe child support
Right? Why you looked bothered?
Let me find out my son, Goodz
Is not a good father
Goodz, I should rob you
What type of man is you? I don’t sleep
I go OD, no Z’s ‘cause I’m an animal
I’m good with the hammer too, Goodz
Fall in line
‘Fore the baldies and the nine be the
Next thing that cross your mind
‘Cause you crossed the like
Trying to frame Cass
I need apologies and get rocked
With a bald head, Dame Dash
I’m quick to bust but never came fast
I’m fly, but they’re praying on my downfall
Airplane crash
Your lame ass don’t want the business, man
You just run your mouth, but bitch
If the gun was out, You would’ve been to ran
I’ll grab the mag, once it’s in the hand
I’ll gun butt his mouth
Y’all saw him biting ass on his Instagram
You been a fan
Me and you the new Em and Stan
You was playing 2K in my van, remember, man?
I’ve been the man
All the money I made off trees
All the green I was stashing
A box of Timberlands
I send my boo, OT, you see the vision, man
I get a tan, on my toes still
I got a business plan
You lift the can and hold steel
Better hold the steel like my dentist hand
You don’t know the drill
Switch your dental plan
I ain’t finished, man
I could slap and punch or
Clap a bunch of toasters
Or I could poke you more
Than get in acupuncture
I never had a jumper, but I’ll shoot the tre
And I’m a great shot
You’ll get a face shot if you don’t move away
I’ll spot your truck, red dot your truck
Let the cuatro bust
And leave hella shells in your whip
Like it’s a taco truck
I made your stock go up, little nigga
I ought to make your daughter mother
Swallow her brothers and little sisters
I call you a little nigga
‘Cause when I look in your eyes
I could see a whole lot of
Bitch and a little nigga
So little nigga, just admit
It, I’m dope, bitch, I’m the goat
And they heard the corny shit that you wrote
This just a couple more bars so you can know
You got killed, I’m 5002 and oh