NOT AT ALL lyrics

[Intro: Cash Kidd]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Pst, yeah (I like that, Anton)

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
I just serve the Sprite like volleyball
Poppin' my sh*t, I ain't got it all, yeah
I pull up iced out, she gon' top me off, yeah
I use her for her head like Tylenol, yeah
He actin' like a killer, please knock it off
I'm knowin' that these lil' n*ggas cotton soft
Do it look like I'm worried? n*gga, not at all
Do it look like I'm hurtin'? n*gga, not at all

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
I mix it with the Perky and I'm noddin' off
She suckin' on the tip, now my eyes look crossed
My youngins keep on scorin' and I'm proud of y'all
My b*tch trappin' hard, I'm so proud of you
These n*ggas like Casper, tryna hide thеy boo
We caught a n*gga lackin', ayy
We caught a n*gga lackin' at they rеndezvous
I just sent one K, out a Mountain Dew
New invoice, change my whole mood, huh
New big toy, come plot on who, you?
Stupid boy, you not no fool, huh
How the f*ck I make a couple million off a free styling
I just put some bread in my grill like a cheese sandwich
Lil' ass n*ggas can't see me, I'm a piñata
I ain't into goin' back and forth, boy let's hit 'bout it
Chillin' in the palace froze up, call me Ben Wallace
[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
I just serve the Sprite like volleyball
Poppin' my sh*t, I ain't got it all, yeah
I pull up iced out, she gon' top me off, yeah
I use her for her head like Tylenol, yeah
He actin' like killer, please knock it off
I'm knowin' that these lil' n*ggas cotton soft
Do it look like I'm worried? n*gga, not at all
Do it look like I'm hurtin'? n*gga, not at all

[Verse 2: Shordie Shordie]
n*gga, four fade, get hit
Bad b*tch came trim, French tip (French tip)
Why you dockin' on the floor? sh*t lit
How you talkin' 'bout a brick and you ain't never saw one?
Talkin' 'bout money, you don't never show, no, none
Drop sh*t, pop sh*t, you a dollar
Drop it, I see, get a dollar
Give head give head, she a scholar
b*tch, f*ck it dancin'
She gon' run up on me, ass up
I know that lil' b*tch scared up, she gon' run into a n*gga with guns
Now she gone, APB, I've been on it
b*tches gettin' on my nerves, B, be gone
Wanna call me, but my name Ravon
[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
I just serve the Sprite like volleyball
Poppin' my sh*t, I ain't got it all, yeah
I pull up iced out, she gon' top me off, yeah
I use her for her head like Tylenol, yeah
He actin' like a killer, please knock it off
I'm knowin' that these lil' n*ggas cotton soft
Do it look like I'm worried? n*gga, not at all
Do it look like I'm hurtin'? n*gga, not at all