New Kings lyrics

by

Cash Kidd


[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
My lil n*gga say he need a job
I just put him in a rental, he is not going to prom
Feds tryna f*ck with us, 'cause we move just like the mob
New kings around this b*tch, taking over n*ggas' blocks
How the f*ck you tryna eat, if you complain about your plate?
Left the bay and flew to Georgia, n*gga, we be switching states
Used to have to eat Baloney, now it's crab legs and steak
Coming for a n*gga spot, I hate being in second place
Just met a pretty red b*tch that can take di*k
Seen her in the club, the next day, ain't even say sh*t
White T, white 1's, but I'ma change fits
Might just pay the Guccis, or I might throw on this Bape sh*t
You ain't got no money to me, so you sign in Chinese
Hit his block twice, let's see if he survive these
Jealous ass n*ggas, na, we don't wanna hear it
In the club spilling Roles on my Omearis
She do everything I ask, I'ma call her Siri
My one b*tch go crazy til her eyes get teary
AR with the scope soak a n*gga, he ain't gotta be near me
Flame his ass, ain't gotta see him, like I'm Blind Fury
Yeah, eh, blowing on that [?]
That's ironic, 'cause me and that 40 never seperate
I feel like [?] y'all gonna make me catch a case
Made me put that backend on your head, like you Kevin Gates
Bro gon' [?] n*gga that come through that door
And he better not have a pistol on him, 'cause he won't no more
n*ggas being secret competition, but they been lost
Run up, put them bullets in your chest, that's a hand off
Have him come and take you out tonight, Luther Vandross
Snipers connect that pus*y from the roof, call that CatDog
Crack dawg, b*tch, 'cause I crack cars, b*tch
Take a bag or a trip, he ain't act hard since
Dawgy threw some pees on me, like a [?]
Only 90's babies gon' get what that last bar meant
Got that one piece on me, like a Nascar fit
I be one deep only, 50 racks [?]
[Verse 2: Baby Money]
She don't even know my name, I made her drop her panties
24's outside the trap, this is not Miami
A gold trophy on my wrist, b*tch, I rock a Grammy
You running off with my sh*t, I'ma rock your family
That's on my mama, 3 K, 4 Glocks when I sleep
[?] moving black sleves
Like I'm [?]
This sh*t green, I just cashed back 50 without a problem
You a genius, how you make a whole million without a dollar?
This sh*t stupid, shoes cost 1250, but I'ma buy it
This sh*t ruthlous, I just bust down her presi, and she ain't mine
[?] I didn't know how to drive it, I damn near died
[?] in this b*tch, don't ride with 9's
Easy money
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