Womply lyrics

[Intro]
(Everybody hates) Cash Gang Key
You think I'm sweet? Come try me, goofy (Uh-huh)
Gave his ass a free dub, not Womply, stupid (Dumbass n*gga)
This ain't PPP, bro, you gon' get your ass shot, I'm tellin' now
Free the whole 2-4, Cash Gang sh*t, n*gga (Phew, phew)

[Verse]
You ain't never walk down your target (I done ran down)
Run up, I'ma step back like I'm Harden (That's a man down)
He Coi Leray'n, no more parties (He in the damn house)
My best friend a Tommy like I'm Martin (Ha, lay your ass down)
My n*gga Lik been hoin' all the opps, they think we laced him (What up, bro)
Another opp just got hit up on T, they think we faced him (One up)
This one b*tch only call when she want di*k, I think she hatе me
Semaj pockets full of dog sh*t, hе think he baked me (The Key)
She thought she was finna set the play, I Tory Lanez 'em (Uh-uh)
Every n*gga on your team got injured, y'all the Lakers (Y'all get fapped down)
All these hoes wanna f*ck 2-4, they think we made it (We rich)
This b*tch droppin' fives in her pics, I think he bangin' (You cuz?)
Back from the dead, sike, I'm playin', y'all know the feds had me
They tried to take my dog sh*t like I ain't Craig daddy (I'm the daddy)
After we f*ck and I nut go make my mans happy (Go f*ck bro)
Boy, my main mans a Pit, I guess my name Shaggy
My n*ggas sticks bang neighborhood, he throwin' Cs up
I got killers throwin' Bs, boy, they'll steam cuz
He doin' that 'cause he off beans, he wanna seem tuff
We can have a talk 'bout pap' 'cause you ain't seen none
We got Glocks but they switched up, boy, these machine guns (Switchy)
I'm that n*gga in real life, these b*tches dream of
We too much for just one group, they gotta team up (They cliquin' up)
This bullet came out the Glock, gave him a clean cut
[Outro]
n*gga, Cash Gang sh*t
Free the boys