Who Shot You? - Cash Kidd

Dawg please get these lame ass niggas out our sections

And get your basic ass bitch out my texts

Niggas get caught turn to usher get confessions

She said nigga you just want to fuck bitch you guessed it

Mama told me I need sleep I look restless

Ma I’m tryna move you I can’t miss out on these extras

ROTC my niggas suited and they steppin'

Pull up get to beating on shit David Wesson

Pull up she gone eat the whole dick up for breakfast

I can still fuck I’d rather shit on my ex’s

Seen it all now loyalty the only thing impressive

Spikes on my shoes these bitches looking like a cactus

Staring at this bitch lace front while she gaggin

Broke bitch irritate my soul imma pass it

Damn I heard what happened that day dawg it was tragic

How you start a war but get caught out here lackin

Ain’t got shit In my pants but a light dub

Don’t tempt me I’ll leave it in this night club

Either the drugs or yo niggas got you hyped up

But that’s gone be the reason yo shit gone get chopped up

Nah ion know who shot that nigga it was not us

Pockets ain’t have nothing now they look like they got knocked up

She so stupid with the head call her CyDuck

I get blowed then I black out like a light-bulb

I know I been distant tryin to keep from getting locked up

Tryna give my people sum to be proud of

Roddy Rich gotta ride with one or imma die young

Got the .45 like 9 bucks

Who the fuck you lil a niggas tryna size up

Get yo stupid ass fi’ed on the fi’ed up

Who car strapped like the police behind us

In traffic 40 to his neck like he drive drunk

«Aye» nigga drop sum

Opp huntin give him shots like he got sum

Aye between me n Mel that’s a light hundred

Got blue jeans on me like I’m dry humpin

R.I.P. Jeff I treat don like he my Brotha

Red bottoms on like I stepped on a hot Funyun

Betta watch that bitch that you love cuz she opp fuckin

Woke up like damn could’ve sworn I had socks on

Bitch what the fuck you a whole demon

High as hell got my soul leavin

Free my dawgs locked up all 4 seasons

Gotta keep yo head up like yo nose bleeding

Bought her some new titties now she can show cleavage

Ain’t gone call her pulled the bitch for no reason

Amp gave me 5k for 20 bold pieces

Street sweeper like im road cleanin

Can’t trust these niggas and these hoes neither

She a whole creamer but ion need her

You ran across my mind when I was getting my dicked suck

Reminiscing back when you was eating this dick up

You know when you get me off that henny I mix up

You know when I get all In that pussy I Mix up

What’s the point of tellin me you never gone switch up

Knowing when that shit get tough you gone give up

Now I’m cross the world still throwing the 6 up

Water on my throat but I ain’t got the hiccups

Please stop calling my phone and harassing

Ion know who shot him can you please stop askin

I ain’t feel like punching up today I’m straight cashing

Use to be broke thank god im livin fancy

Niggas hating tryna kill the kid like a plan B

Still got the reaper on my side Billy Mandy

20k on me in the sto' stealing candy