Cash Kidd
I Miss That Neck
[Verse]
Just told a weak bitch I'm too turnt for you
Woke up too high, might give a raise to my blunt roller
N***as get to hatin' when they run over
Reason I keep blicky, shit get stickier than cup holders
Yo' bitch just caught me being thirsty, tryna fuck Oprah
I guess I'm single now, at least that's what that hoe hopin'
No bitches at the BNB soon as the show over
Gettin' my dick sucked on the phone, cussin' yo' bitch out
Told her I'ma let her go, one more miscount
Walk out with my jewelry on, that's a mistrial
Every day I ball out, these n***as inbounds
Man, the way that n***a told, he at the impound
Switchy make the frrrp sound
Yеah, scope on this bitch, boy, I see you from across the room like Chris Brown
I’m at Zorbas with my feet up right on 6 Milе
She told her she was working out, she with me doin' chin downs
We on that n***a, hoe, just not yours
And why the fuck I can't find no matching pair inside my socks drawer
Yeah, at Chanel, shopping spree for my top whores
Got a bag full of drip, this not popcorn
Yeah, house full of hoes, no more locked doors
My bitch keep stalking my one hoe, it's twenty-nine more
I ain't gon' say you losing, y'all just gettin' outscored
Daylight savings, boy I came Tom Ford
Playa hatin', boy you came top score
I don't even wanna hang with you, your bitch way cooler
Finna measure that bitch throat with a ten inch ruler
Got pointers on my hand, bitch think I'm Krueger
Goin' back and forth with a simp ass loser
Bae, who told you I'm a dog, where you hear that rumor
You know your bitch a chooser, you miss that cooter
You know your bitch a rat, you miss that neck