STARZ lyrics

[Chorus]
If 50 Cent wasn't making TV shows
These n*ggas wouldn't know how to be gangster
Free all of my n*ggas who locked in them chains
And free all of my n*ggas with blocks on their ankles
The only reason that b*tch ain't get hit up
'Cause she was with her son so that b*tch better thank him
But if we catch that b*tch out with her mama they both getting touched
What the f*ck was you thinking?

[Verse 1]
I'm in the club n*ggas can't get behind us
They call it drip but I call it designer
I'm on these f*ck n*ggas head like a line up
Said I'm hard to touch but it's not hard to find us
Speaking of Charlotte just know I'm the finest
They call it c*cky but I call it honest
n*ggas ain't f*ck with me when I was modеst
Now they keep my name in their mouth Orthodontics
Thе way I intimidate n*ggas it's sad
I might like a picture to turn up his swag
I made a promise not to beg n*ggas for their attention
I don't even f*ck with my dad
I thought the hate came from women
It's actually n*ggas
I'm starting to feel bad for these n*ggas
You trying to get pregnant and trap you a n*gga
I'm trying to get money and trap with these n*ggas
They like Kash you do features? Of course
Send me the money I'm trying to endorse
They heard I'm on fire come light up your torch
I don't f*ck with the middle man point to the source
b*tches thinking I got static
But if you could actually rap I would probably support
How you start the beef and then send me to court?
When I hopped out the car you was still on the porch
b*tch
[Chorus]
If 50 Cent wasn't making TV shows
These n*ggas wouldn't know how to be gangster
Free all of my n*ggas who locked in them chains
And free all of my n*ggas with blocks on their ankles
The only reason that b*tch ain't get hit up
'Cause she was with her son so that b*tch better thank him
But if we catch that b*tch out with her mama they both getting touched
What the f*ck was you thinking?

[Verse 2]
And how you a street n*gga?
And your beef boiling down to a b*tch
If she wasn't sitting at home trying to look up to me
Your relationship wouldn't exist
I know it's a lot that she wish she could say about me
But she can't 'cause she know I'm legit
That's probably the reason she watching my sh*t
That's probably the reason you still want to hit
Like I just be minding my business
And I got to hear that this hoe done been speaking my name
Still mad about a n*gga I ain't f*cked in a year and some change
Hoe you a bum and you lame
She probably go through his phone like
You stuck on this hoe?
He like no well explain this
And I'll never switch on my gang
I don't care if I blow I'm a still be the same b*tch
I don't care about your attitude
Promise I'm meaner
Act like you dumb but hoe watch your demeanor
Looking for snakes I been cutting my grass
But wherever I go I can promise it's greener
If b*tches get fresh I can promise I'm cleaner
Have your n*gga missing like nobody seen him
And I know you rap all that sh*t in your song
But if they pick you up
You gone turn to a singer
b*tch
[Chorus]
If 50 Cent wasn't making TV shows
These n*ggas wouldn't know how to be gangster
Free all of my n*ggas who locked in them chains
And free all of my n*ggas with blocks on their ankles
The only reason that b*tch ain't get hit up
'Cause she was with her son so that b*tch better thank him
But if we catch that b*tch out with her mama they both getting touched
What the f*ck was you thinking?

[Outro]
It's Kash motherf*cking Kyla
Kash Talk The EP on the way
Let's go!