Teejayx6, Kasher Quon - Dynamic Duo lyrics

I'm mad as hell 'cause
Spirit delayed my flight
Me and Teejay had a show in
Miami to go to tonight
Just got an opp address, we gon' go tonight
A couple days later they was
Postin' this nigga candlelight
He wasn't even from the hood
He was from Sterling Heights
Finna knock a nigga out and go viral
Record the fight
What you got put on the weed? That nigga
Only said fiveTook a petty-ass loss, boy
I can't believe you cryin'
If the opps in this party
Then everybody dyin'
Your bitch saw me out in traffic like
"That's really Kasher Quon"
Got caught with stolen credit cards but
They let me out on bond
He was 'bout to sell the last deuce
But I came right on time
Everybody say they fuckin' with the
Punches or the slides
Mad at the cashier 'cause she
Told you it declined
At first he had a Scatpack
Now he askin' for a ride
At first she had her own crib
Now she tryna stay at mine
What, you ain't got your own 'fit's? Nigga
You tryna buy mine? I just punched my mama
Bills on Comcast dot-com
I think the city bad luck
I'm 'bout to move out of town
He tried to slide in Walmart and
Left out with a frown
And he say he smokin' Runtz, man
That shit Bobby Brown
Wearin' them old ass 'fit's, boy
That shit out of style
You ain't up no dog shit
I can tell that you down
You need to junk that old car
'cause that bitch too loud
Your bitch was on her period
I told her put her head down
I'm off a four of Hi Tech
I'm 'bout to go to bed now
Told your bitch to come over, bitch
Come over now
I treat your bitch like a dog, tell her
"Roll over now" the opps havin' funerals
Piss on they casket in the ground
Ridin' in a Scatpack
You in a Victoria Crown
Rushing in on my face
They keep telling me it's down
I just went to Walmart and
I tore that bitch down
And I saw you in there too
But you got a low amount
Please hit my DM if you got a bank account
Try to run off with the cheese
And you know we staking out
'Cause when I got your log-in I
Saw the address to your house
Treat a nigga like a fancy dinner
How I take him out
You know that bitch got thirty bodies
And you still ate her out
My pops ran off with a bow
I'm 'bout to take this nigga out
This shit really surprise me what
Niggas doin' for some clout
You on the stand testifying? Lil' nigga
You a mouse
Had to shoot up the liquor store
I seen a nigga on the Ross
Too addicted to the lean
Poured that shit in my Voss
You ain't got enough for it, boy
Stop asking what it cost
Stingy like Mr krabs when it
Comes down to my sauce
Got chased by a fat mall cop
He look like Rick Ross
Like I'm hooping with this nigga
Hit him with a criss cross
My bitch ain't tryna let me fuck
This shit got me pissed off
Now I'm in my DM's
Probably 'bout to trick off
Told the bitch I wanna fuck so
How much do that cost?
Niggas lookin' at my 'fit like
"How much do that cost?"
Sent the AR bullet to his head
And I knocked his cap off
I just jugged my bitch lil'
Cousin and he from Utah
I just got a couple bows in in the U-Haul
My mama sad she tryna move
Punched her a U-Haul
When you walk in my house, nigga
Take your shoes off
Remember back in middle school
Fucking in the school office
My shirt says Givenchy
Yours say Pink Dolphin
She ain't never smoke Runtz
I can tell by how she coughin'
Your bitch keep lurking my page, dawg
I think I got a stalker
My lil' brownskin bitch and I
Call her KeKe Palmer
Finna catch this nigga slipping
At his own housewarming
I just slid down on a nigga
At his own house partyA
Bitch just called my phone and
I think she need forty
Last night I had a dream I
Went to jail this morning
'Cause I kidnapped a nigga and
Them motherfuckers caught me
Pop a nigga while I'm on Instagram Live
Screen record him
Jugged a fat nigga from Cali
And he look like E-40
You at the gas station scraping
Up change for your 40
It costs fifty to re-up on a quarter
But you only got forty
It costs forty to pay your phone
Bill but you only got thirty
Fuck the bitch so hard, she said, "What
You tryna hurt me?
Heard about your boyfriend, that lil' nigga
He a turkey
He ain't got ninety-nine cents to
Grab three beef jerkies
Lil' lame ass nigga
Caught him on Instagram jerking
Niggas watching my page, on Instagram lurking
He called for a Hi Tech
Hit him with dish detergent
'Cause niggas tryna drink lean and they
Ain't even got a purpose
This bitch must be out of her mind
Tellin' me she a virgin
I can tell if Wock' hit 'cause
The shit be too purple
Lil' nerdy ass nigga, boy
You look like Steve Urkel
Niggas 20 years old and they
Still got a curfew?
Since you was sneak dissing on the 'Gram
I'ma hurt you lil' dawg a sneakerhead
I just scammed my own nephew
Sixty for a three-five
I'm smoking on Fruity Pebbles
He went to jail for a week
And turned into a fruity pebble
I just poured an eight of red
I'm 'bout to turn into the devil
My bitch say she wanna leave, go ahead
'cause I'ma let you
Popped my cousin in the alley
I'm 'bout to bury him with a shovel
I just fucked his lil' bitch
Now she wanna chill and cuddle
A nigga tried to hit a lick
I popped his ass like a bubble
Invested in a couple houses
I'm on a whole different level
I just ordered iPhones
In who name? My lil' nephew
Finna paralyze an opp and turn
Him into a vegetable
Somebody need to get they bitch
She keep grabbing on my testicles
Told my bitch, "You got
Potential and you cute
So I'ma invest in you"