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Letra : Free Kay Flock
Cash Gang Key
I'm back for real this time
What the f**k your dukes gon' do if you get walked down?
Got a b*t*h from the 'Raq, she claim the O and give me boss top
If everybody keep it solid on your case, it's gon' get tossed out
The same mouth I fed, a n***a used that b*t*h to talk down
Gave Mahni ten, had to thank him for that great drop
Don't get your hair cut, my brother Lik gon' turn to Kay Flock
We still in Ecorse, just pulled down, we on the eighth block
Your sh*t gon' reverse, you slide down, we got like eight chops
Run in a n***a crib, do what Tommy did to Proctor
Boy don't make me spin a Benz, bro, likе Whoppa Wit Da Choppa
I don't need fast sh*t to bend, I'll kill 'em in a Mazda
I'm a warrior, I told the opps just call mе Iguodala, huh?
Marky ready, yeah, he gon' push your face in the for the gang
Baller belly, yeah, I be pourin' eights up of the drank
Ask the opps, we put they stars in the ceiling like a Wraith
Ducked off, got my mind on the green like I'm Dray
Free all my n***as eatin' jail food
Fifty on me, ain't sh*t sweet but my hotel room
Unc' the snowman, it ain't sh*t that I can tell Chude
Them boys in heaven be the ones we givin' hell to
He called in and said he gon' kill me, bet he not
On the road with seventeen thirty-eight, that Fetty Wap
Can get it soft or bro can cook it up, no Betty Crock
If I point, Harp gon' guard up like Eddie House
He think he big money, well, I'ma slam his b*t*h like Booker T
And I'ma rob the next n***a claim they pushin' P
It's true, I got a Drac' for any n***a think they Pusha T
Vee had that body beat, I'm sick he took the plea
N***a, Cash Gang sh*t
Know what the f**k goin' on, n***a
This our sh*t (For real)
I'm back for real this time
What the f**k your dukes gon' do if you get walked down?
Got a b*t*h from the 'Raq, she claim the O and give me boss top
If everybody keep it solid on your case, it's gon' get tossed out
The same mouth I fed, a n***a used that b*t*h to talk down
Gave Mahni ten, had to thank him for that great drop
Don't get your hair cut, my brother Lik gon' turn to Kay Flock
We still in Ecorse, just pulled down, we on the eighth block
Your sh*t gon' reverse, you slide down, we got like eight chops
Run in a n***a crib, do what Tommy did to Proctor
Boy don't make me spin a Benz, bro, likе Whoppa Wit Da Choppa
I don't need fast sh*t to bend, I'll kill 'em in a Mazda
I'm a warrior, I told the opps just call mе Iguodala, huh?
Marky ready, yeah, he gon' push your face in the for the gang
Baller belly, yeah, I be pourin' eights up of the drank
Ask the opps, we put they stars in the ceiling like a Wraith
Ducked off, got my mind on the green like I'm Dray
Free all my n***as eatin' jail food
Fifty on me, ain't sh*t sweet but my hotel room
Unc' the snowman, it ain't sh*t that I can tell Chude
Them boys in heaven be the ones we givin' hell to
He called in and said he gon' kill me, bet he not
On the road with seventeen thirty-eight, that Fetty Wap
Can get it soft or bro can cook it up, no Betty Crock
If I point, Harp gon' guard up like Eddie House
He think he big money, well, I'ma slam his b*t*h like Booker T
And I'ma rob the next n***a claim they pushin' P
It's true, I got a Drac' for any n***a think they Pusha T
Vee had that body beat, I'm sick he took the plea
N***a, Cash Gang sh*t
Know what the f**k goin' on, n***a
This our sh*t (For real)
