suwxp - Free KashTheGoon (feat. GKAP) Lyrics

Spilled drank on my pants, on my pants, what the f*ck
I spilled drank on my pants, on my pants, aye
I spill drank on my pants, on my pants, aye
Aye, on my pants, on my pants
I told them free my nigga cash, they got him locked up in that jam
Hella smoke a nigga inhaling and I just popped a Xan
Hella shit on my mind, I spilled drank on my pants
Laid back, bitch, I'm leaning, got me feeling like that man
It's hell of niggas I don't like, I might just delete them
Sight up on the B-lick, broad day, let that bitch go meet him
And yo bitch is a eater, she eat dick do it for the free yea
Catch him in the street, he get gone, bitch, I like the beef
I need a money tree, got to get that bag by any means
I call my shooter, Mr. Clean, hit the block, don't leave a scene
And this hoe want a wedding ring, f*ck that bitch, I bought some lean
Got money in these tight jeans, ain't no bitch that I'm wife-in
My main nigga call him crack, he gone sell the rock
Bitch, I got that Glock, lean over, let that bitch pop
And no, I'm not gone stop, got niggas mad cause they shit flop
Bitch, I see a op, it get bloody when this shit pop
Gang, bitch, I'm in a store low, I tell your hoe go low
She gone bounce on the dick like a pogo
Yeah, and I don't even think you know, bro
Yeah, we got one soul and now we fin to get another hoe
Damn, I need my cash up, aye, tell the bitch back up
Aye, I need my racks up, yeah
Damn, I need some more money, aye, I need some more hundreds
Yea, bitch, I be road running, damn
Aye, real blood fill my pockets with lokes
Pop a Perc cause right now, I can't smoke
Bitch, I'm chasing these racks till I'm gone, f*ck
Yeah, aye, okay, damn, okay, yeah, okay
Damn, mob shit don't get put up on that plate, yeah
Talkin' crazy, boy that's how you gone get ate, damn
Still free cash, man he locked up in that cage, yeah
I'm jugging and trapping, I'm jugging and trapping, I got to get paid
Niggas hate, I'm still goin' up
Why you loving that bitch, she gone f*ck
F*ck a backdoor , I come through the front
Niggas talk, don't be talkin' bout nothin', yeah
Aye, niggas talk, don't be talkin' bout nothing, ain't talking bout nothin
Damn, ain't talking bout nothin
Aye, I told them free my nigga cash, they got him locked up in that jam
Hell of smoke a nigga inhaling and I just popped a Xan
Hell of shit on my mind, I spilled drink on my pants
Laid back, bitch, I'm leaning, got me feeling like that man
It's hell of niggas I don't like, I might just delete them
Sight up on the B-lick, broad day, let that bitch go meet him
And your bitch is a eater, she eat dick, do it for the free yea
Catch him in the street, he get gone, bitch, I like the beef
I need a money tree, got to get that bag by any means
I caught my shooter, Mr. Clean, hit the block, don't leave a scene
And this ho want a wedding ring, f*ck that bitch, I bought some lean
Got money in these tight jeans, ain't no bitch that don't wife-in
Gang nigga, gang shit,