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Damn Cash Dis Shh Gas
by Cash First Ski
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Got that crown on my head like I'm Jesus Split the pie and we cut it like pizza
Got my stripes in this shit like Adidas Tryna run it up fast, I'm a cheetah
Wanna mill like I'm talkin' to Regis Sneak dissin they think we aint see it
He a hater , he don't wan believe it Got some youngins that slide Derek Jeter
Pick a side they don't like when you teeter All their faces are dead, I'm a reaper
Took his bitch cause I heard she a eater Let her wet up the bed, she a leaker
Beat the pussy, I'm beefin' with Peta He ain't bout a bag, he a leecher
Cut her off if she beg like Felicia Can't catch the wave, cut em off like a Caesar
They gon' follow my words like a preacher Go to Pluto, link up with the Geekers
Blowin' pressure, hit harder than Minka Get the job done, you can't let it linger
Bout them blues, yeah, you know I'm a binger They did me wrong, I remember
My heart as cold as December Stackin' blues till they flow like a river
I get high every day, I'm a pilot I thank God every day for deposits
Yo bitch give me brain like she in college Tryna copy my style, he a novice
Told that bitch I'm a star like Giannis I wrote this blowin' exotic
I'm out late at night with the zombies Workin' graveyard, dead faces around me
Haters tunin' and watchin' like CNN Niggas mad just cause we never needed them
Had to switch up my moves like a VPN Everyday tryna ball like ESPN
Nigga emotional, I swear too much estrogen Pay in blues, yeah, you know that's my preference
Run a bag up through Instagram messages You may not like me, but you gon' respect this shit
Got that crown on my head like I'm Jesus Split the pie and we cut it like pizza
Got my stripes in this shit like Adidas Tryna run it up fast, I'm a cheetah
Want a mill like I'm talkin' to Regis Sneak dissin and they think we aint see it
He a hater, he don't wan believe it Got some youngins that slide Derek Jeter
Pick a side they don't like when you teeter All their faces are dead, I'm a reaper
Took his bitch cause I heard she a eater Let her wet up the bed, she a leaker
Beat the pussy, I'm beefin' with Peta He ain't bout a bag, he a leecher
Cut her off if she beg like Felicia Can't catch the wave, cut em off like a Caesar
Damn, Cash, this shit gas
Got that crown on my head like I'm Jesus Split the pie and we cut it like pizza
Got my stripes in this shit like Adidas Tryna run it up fast, I'm a cheetah
Wanna mill like I'm talkin' to Regis Sneak dissin they think we aint see it
He a hater , he don't wan believe it Got some youngins that slide Derek Jeter
Pick a side they don't like when you teeter All their faces are dead, I'm a reaper
Took his bitch cause I heard she a eater Let her wet up the bed, she a leaker
Beat the pussy, I'm beefin' with Peta He ain't bout a bag, he a leecher
Cut her off if she beg like Felicia Can't catch the wave, cut em off like a Caesar
They gon' follow my words like a preacher Go to Pluto, link up with the Geekers
Blowin' pressure, hit harder than Minka Get the job done, you can't let it linger
Bout them blues, yeah, you know I'm a binger They did me wrong, I remember
My heart as cold as December Stackin' blues till they flow like a river
I get high every day, I'm a pilot I thank God every day for deposits
Yo bitch give me brain like she in college Tryna copy my style, he a novice
Told that bitch I'm a star like Giannis I wrote this blowin' exotic
I'm out late at night with the zombies Workin' graveyard, dead faces around me
Haters tunin' and watchin' like CNN Niggas mad just cause we never needed them
Had to switch up my moves like a VPN Everyday tryna ball like ESPN
Nigga emotional, I swear too much estrogen Pay in blues, yeah, you know that's my preference
Run a bag up through Instagram messages You may not like me, but you gon' respect this shit
Got that crown on my head like I'm Jesus Split the pie and we cut it like pizza
Got my stripes in this shit like Adidas Tryna run it up fast, I'm a cheetah
Want a mill like I'm talkin' to Regis Sneak dissin and they think we aint see it
He a hater, he don't wan believe it Got some youngins that slide Derek Jeter
Pick a side they don't like when you teeter All their faces are dead, I'm a reaper
Took his bitch cause I heard she a eater Let her wet up the bed, she a leaker
Beat the pussy, I'm beefin' with Peta He ain't bout a bag, he a leecher
Cut her off if she beg like Felicia Can't catch the wave, cut em off like a Caesar
Damn, Cash, this shit gas
