Lynch Em lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
(Whoever don't cook it, they gon have to do the dishes)
Yeah
Yeah
I'm feelin blessed man
Ok KMoney

[Verse]
I can see em standing in the crowd yelling lynch em (oh yeah)
How could I retire from the streets with a pension (how tf you do that)
Whoever done cook it, they gonna have to do the dishes (aight)
Bad lil b*tch her taste in fashion is exquisite (I like that)
Ugly big B's it's ridiculous
It's funny I can a n*gga main to my mistress (that's my hoe)
All that talkin down slit his throat like I'm whispers
Baby I'm a hoodlum I was raised in the trenches (yeah)
Hell yeah I'm talking fish scale but where the fishes (where they at)
E light full of b*tchs, got your net worth in britches (talm bout)
Almost lost it all, threw the ball 4th and inches (wooh)
Baby I'm a dog touchdown b*tch let's get it (let's get it)
n*ggas grown as hell n steal purp and I don't get (I'm lost)
Say you did what back when must of missed it (when you do that)
When I was in the field back when I ain't see these n*ggas faces (none of these n*ggas)
b*tch I ain't trippin, if you trippin its replacements
Big woods spread it full wax they think I laced it (yeah)
Ignant young n*gga throwing money on the waitress (I'm gonna f*ck her)
Oh you think you cut boy you runnin with sheep (crazy)
The only statement that was made, f*ck the police (f*ck em)
Counting dead prez why you think it's called the white house (yeah)
Put your hand on baby they gone cuts your f*cking lights out (grraa)
You wanna make some money, baby can you drive my right now (I need you)
Everyday a dollar n*gga tell me what your life bout
Red pint, red seat, louis with the red feet (red)
Touchdowns in the nd, told em I was bandsteve (haha)
I can sell em hands free, I can sell em hands on, I don't give a f*ck what they say imma stand strong (10 stripes n*gga)
A little in your baggies, put a lil in your purse
Give some effort towards that rapper still investing in that work
n*ggas asking what happened brodie stabbed me, I was hurt
I'm just finishing my last ones tryna grab some for the first
Musta admit God blessed a n*gga, I ain't really stressing n*gga, Babygirl came and she left a n*gga
I don't want that dope if I can't stretch it n*gga
Drinking Texas, countin' in a Lexus with my Texas n*ggas
If hatin' was a crime they'd arrest these n*ggas
I ain't do sh*t but wait my turn, just the next one wit it
f*ck the beans I should by a doc and tax for visit
Same b*tch who curved me tryna f*ck me cause my neck is jittin'
All that f*cking money but I still don't respect these n*ggas
Crying for attention I guess momma was neglecting n*ggas