Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Cash Gang Key
MKMentality, baby

[Verse]
All you n*ggas b*tches, all you b*tches f*ckin' lame n*ggas
Boy was talking crazy, brody popped 'em like a pain killer
It's crazy, we was giving n*ggas shots before they made liquor
Pull up and drop forty out the blazer like I'm Dame Lillard
I'm sick, these n*ggas wanna beef 'cause they can't hang with us
I'm the Undertaker and lil' brody, he the Kane n*gga
Boy, we had fully auto chops before they made switches
Let's see if dawg still be out his top without his brain in it
We clumsy, all my n*ggas drop sh*t
Lets make a toast, my n*gga head hit a opp b*tch
We gone call you number two 'cause you ain't got sh*t
Baby girl, you got a gut, you is not thick
When we go on them drills, even the driver gotta blow Mags
You can't slide, 'cause you ain't got a whip with your broke ass
We really be in, we need every stolie if it go fast
Cash Gang, I know we makin' noise like some broke glass
You ain't walkin' n*ggas down, you ain't clap sh*t
All you rap n*ggas clowns, n*gga, that's it
My cup look like dirty water, n*gga, that's Flint
It's a thousand in this pop, n*gga, that's rent
Letter to the opps, let's just meet and shoot it out
I just took a b*tch spirit, you would think I flew her out
Even in the boxing ring we can't even duke it out
Ain't heard? Check the score ever since we blew 'em out
[Outro]
Cash Gang sh*t