Lyrics Who Shot You? - Cash Kidd

Dawg please get these lame ass niggas out our sections
And get your basic ass bitch out my textes
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 the 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 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 that was tragic
How you start a war and 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 don′t wanna die young
Got the 45 like 9 bucks
Who the fuck you lil ass niggas tryna size up
Get yo stupid ass fi'ed on the fi′ed up
Whole 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 yeah
Aye between me n Mell 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 eye 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 trust these niggas and these hoes neither

She a whole creamer but ion need her

Went across my mind when I was getting my dick sucked
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
20 k on me in the sto′ stealing candy