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Is it Rumspringa? Cuz ur bitch on my hip like chrome guns
& more players have run up them walls than outfielders robbin home runs
It’s my fate to get more dough till it’s drape to the floor bro
If we see Cash on Body. I’m smugglin money like it’s tape to my torso
Truthfully he’s sick at heart so I’ll ease off the pressure
After I clear out his chest like my M16 came w/ a cough suppressor
These haymakers were made in UR barn but it’ll get gorier
When lead paints ur face & ur shakin on the ropes like the Ultimate Warrior
Check it Amen...I’ma grab Cash & hold steel to his throat
Then put a can in his mouth...that’s how u make a nigga feel like a Goat
What u need a bracket for? Who opened ur casket door?
I’ll take Cash out like a smash`n`grab & ruin whatever he has in store
He’s married to his job & strapped if his buggy switches pace
Till I drove-by w/ a long nose & said it’s just horse-play like ur bitches face
Disrespect the name but soon u’ll say ALI or it’ll cost pride
But if Cashius Clay. I’ma wet him until bullet holes expose his soft side
