ShittyBoyz, Kasher Quon - Shitty Kash lyrics

(Marc Boomin, this you?) kasher Quon
Let's go (Boomin need extras)
Alright, alright, alright you feel me?

Next time you see me
I'm hopping out a Wraith
Got flicked with a pistol and caught a case
I should've did the race
I'm riding in a SRT with the red brakes

Yeah, she gon' suck it with enthusiasm
Bend it over, beat the box down
She need a coochie casket
Thousand dollar 'Miri jean rocker
Ain't no Truey fashion
Only time I punch is on the web
We get tooly active

I'll get a watch and still show
Up to the scene late
Starting to think my opps Ray Charles
They ain't seen pape'
Wе been getting to it for a minute, boy
Yo team latе always on the go
Told the dealer I don't need brakes

Melrose then Rodeo, bitch
I'm shopping out of state
We gon' pop him like a soda
We gon' drop him like a eighth steak fiend
Everyday I got hibachi on my plate
I ain't had the Glock with me
Had to sock him in the face

And I turned on my VPN
I don't want no trace
I told that bitch I wanna fuck
I don't want no face
I don't really want the head
My cousin ran off
I had to shoot him in his leg

Quon spared his life, if I shoot him
It's a head shot
I don't put them fuckers on my
Toes if they ain't dead stock
I don't smoke but all the za
Floating got me head high
Erase him like a pencil but the
Glocky hold the lead now

If you be quiet, real quiet
You might hear the chatter
Hopping out like the Home Improvement
Glock got a ladder shitting on niggas 24
7, I ain't got a bladder
Hit her once and then I really play
Like I ain't never had her

Told Primo punch me in, we in here labbed up
Bitch a Hall of Fame headhunter
She ain't gag once
Off White hit for five hunnid
This bitch tagged up
Flash and the beam on the rifle
Don't get zapped up

The last nigga tried to rob me got clapped up
I had a Hellcat but that bitch got smacked up
Somebody hit it
Just shot that lil' nigga in his
Head and knocked off his fitted

Quiet-ass weed
Looked at yo blunt and it whispered to me
I ain't worried 'bout no opposition
I got blickoruny cut for real
Had gang and them throw the scissors to me
Probably counting chicken in the Porsche
I done pigeon coop'd it

Had my back stabbed, I like it was infamous
Baby kinda bad
I don't want her if she chicken less
Primo dropped buffs and they whiter
Than a picket fence
How you wanna beef with no
Money? It ain't making sense

Lil' bitch, it's the grand finale
Since tenth grade, swear to God
I been scamming grannies
Unc' somewhere east in a vacant
Probably slapping Xannies
Forty K, stuff it in the Louis
Finna pack the fanny

Ayy, ShittyBoyz