Kash Doll, RMC Mike, Louie Ray, YN Jay - STRUGGLIN lyrics

(DJ Drama)
Bitch (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
With the queen of Detroit hold on
(Gangsta Grizzills)
See, me and Kash got somethin' in common
Y'all be strugglin' tryna do what we do
You niggas and bitches is one-trick ponies
Our resumes is stacked with horsepower
Keep it up, though kash told me to tell you
The effort looks cute
(Gangsta Grillz, you bastards) dJ Drama

Every time I step in an event
I bring my tool in
I'ma catch a body before niggas get a new pic
Heard a nigga cappin' 'bout he fucked
My whole mood switched
Everything that fly out niggas'
Mouths be some bullshit (Damn)
If I need advice 'bout some money
I can't ask you


You been trappin' five summers
Still ain't make a bag move
I won't pay a lame no attention
Niggas past due
You spent less than a brick on your kit
I'd be mad too
Bitch in my DMs askin' do I know her nigga?
I cried, he ugly
Dirty fingernails a firm no
Won't be touchin' me
That's a lil' Scat, it ain't a Demon, boy
You strugglin' (Bitch)

Big-ass AR pistol 'round my neck, boy
I be clutchin' it (Ahh)
Redeye, two-twenty on the dash
I be stompin' it
My lil' bro been scammin' all his
Life like fuck the government
High as hell, crashed the rental
Paid the driver for the coverages (Damn)
We got bags full of gas
We got bags full of cash
I got a thousand on a six
I'm finna pass on they ass
Police got behind the striker
Do the dash on they ass
Bitch tried to fuck me raw
I threw a Mag' on her ass I'm a Ghetto Boy
Yes, we both rap, but they like me, shit
I'm the better choice
Fiends come shoppin' every day 'cause
We got better boy a lot of horses in that
SRT, this not a standard, boy
Fifty shots in this new FN, it came standard
Boy

Choosin', if that's your main bitch
I'm finna fuck her then
Trippin', forgot I hit this bitch
I'm finna fuck again (Ooh, damn)
Her ass so big
I had to slap it with both of my hands
I can tell you ain't got no pape'
You goin' broke again
Once a fiend, always a damn, alright
Once a fiend, always a fiend
You sniff coke again
In the lab with Dexter Laboratory
I'm the potion man
I heard your mama caught you jackin' off
You the lotion man freak bitch wanna ride my
Dick like roller coasters, damn
I think dog died, I seen
His face on a poster, damn
"I'll kill him dead before he
Beat me, " Color Purple, damn
Ayy, like how the fuck you rich
On the internet, in person
You be broke as shit?
New cribs on the internet, in person
You can't pay your rent?
New cars on the internet, in person
You just crashed that bitch
Nigga thinkin' she ain't got no bodies
I just smashed that bitch
You don't never watch them damn kids
That's why they bad as shit
Somebody stole some fuckin' tails
Out your ashtray
That's why you mad as shit?
Bitch say she bought a new car
But she just caught a Lyft

I really got it, when they talkin' money
I'ma be the topic
Them niggas wasn't on shit
It's me who really shot it
Once you light the fuse
Take off like a rocket
I got eyes on my trap
It's cameras all around me
It's pussy waitin' everywhere I stop, shit
I feel surrounded
This whole time, I was sellin' drop
I ain't really count it (Swear)
A hundred thousand dollars worth of jewels
Jeweler got me drownin'
I been up and I been down
Got me well-rounded
I been puttin' pressure on the pussy
Got me cat poundin'
Every time I hit her from the back
This how the back soundin'
I keep cash on me
But, I'm showin' out 'cause
I'm with Kash Doll
Big racks, more than just a couple
This a cash pile
Shit could cool down, or I pop a nigga
Make it back wild big loud
I was sellin' eighthies in the frat crowd
This an Off White shirt and coat
But my hat brown
Even if it's lookin' like a challenge
I don't back down

(Gangsta Grizzill) she roll deep
Queen of Detroit back on Dexter
Westside, what up, though?