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just ball - kook the kashcow lyrics lyrics

[verse 1: kook the kashcow]
dawg, i’ma stay gutter
gotta get it [?]
ten strip, no charger
regardlous, deal or not, i’m still high
used to be [?] from blocks, now it’s pills and spots
rolls stuffed in my jeans, in titty bars throwing shots back
[?] down, for he blew his whole stack
can’t stop til my crib got four levels
got it out the dirt with no shuvvles
just rock and roll a bag and keep heavy metal
long long days, ’cause i wouldn’t settle
never had sh+t that i couldn’t petal
blew so much work on the block, i deserve a metal
just kept the pots boiling on the stove, i ain’t talking kettels
this ice on my wrist, this badass b+tch that i’m with
trophies, n+gga, i made it past all the bullsh+t
bullsh+tting is failier, there’s nothing more i can tell ya
you want this work? i can sell ya
but consignment’ll k!ll ya
i went from hoop dreams to coupe dreams
the bag in, touched down and swoop change, n+gga
stab off and switch lanes
ball hard on these lames, cartier on these frames
ear [?]
bullsh+t, don’t wanna hear
[verse 2: hardwork jigg]
yeah, all i know is the road life
white buffs, black tint, but the nose bright
in the street, my name heavy, ’cause the boes right
everyday a n+gga doing wrong to get my bros right
low key, i’ve been on some still finna k!ll sh+t
[?] filled full of skrill from a few trips
dope fiends in the [?] who i deal with
everyday a n+gga touching numbers, k!ll switch
loud blowing, clouds [?] baby, i’m going
if i hit the bar with it, show it, baby, i’m throwing
time going through [?] time short
[?] time [?]

[verse 3: peezy]
real n+ggas make paper, lames make excuses
she ain’t like a n+gga, but the chain made her choose me
balling like i got a motherf+cking thing for hooping
on my way to california, off an eight in houston
paper plate of ruccis, pocket full of blue cheese
pour a six in a big blue, r.i.p. tooky
way before rap, i had pills in the b+tch coochie
we made documentaries and movies, n+gga, what you doing?
just sitting back, running my bread up
tryna talk a bad b+tch to giving that head up
run up on me if you want, get your head bust
ghetto boys from a motherf+cking crumb to a bread truck, n+gga
[verse 4: lom rudy]
to get the bulders into my bezzle, put a shuvvle to it
he run off, take his neck and put that metal to it
in the vet, [?] stabbing, put that petal to it
you want a pint, take an eight [?] to it
out here picking up the cheese, but ain’t no cameras on
brick of boy and girl in the back, i got a family now
you gotta be a twelve to f+ck, ’cause i got standards now
[?] got his hand me downs
i ain’t into taking deals, i’m a risk taker
got over 20 sales, i’ll hit your b+tch later
[?] i’m a brick maker
she said she was getting stuck, i told her [?]

[verse 5: hnic pesh]
who you playing with? b+tch, i’m an og
ever since the marshals hit the crib, i’ve been low key
same n+gga, s.s. pickup truck, like [?]
[?] used to move all them keys off p. rock
see pesh, he like the culture, n+gga
i ain’t playing games, n+gga, i ain’t never snitched
i ain’t baby [?]
n+ggas out here making diss songs, and they really rapping
[?] top of the chopper, i’ma get it cracking
stretch him where i catch him, n+gga, ain’t no squaring up
have one of my young dawgs wack him for a pare of [?]
have one of my young dawgs wet him up for a louis perse
these n+ggas [?] song, like they moving work
[verse 6: nice]
i’m a war n+gga, count thousands
wake up selling dope, by the project housing
i’m a street n+gga, i hate cowards
b+tch, i sold kush, pints, pills and powder
real sh+t, gotta get it if you want it
roley dancing, hanging out the window, i’ma flaunt it
yeah, ussy n+gga, you don’t want it
even in the foreign, 45, i’ma toat it
’cause i’m a made n+gga, real sh+t made n+ggas
you a fake n+gga, cookie, no cake, n+gga
catch me blowing l’s on the f+cking stage, n+gga
i’m a hood superstar, ain’t no f+cking stage n+gga

[verse 7: eastside 80’s]
i be making money daily, in the trap selling [?]
n+gga, i ain’t lying, you can ask my mama, this sh+t crazy
quiet, you better watch your back, i get shady
pouring up, you can’t judge me, i’m lazy
i don’t know, white black buffs, i get racist
you still in the club upping 20’s, these basics
and if it’s anything about money, then i’m chasing
and if i feel the price too high, then i’m taking
i be feeling like a big dawg, getting ills off counting up so much money, i get the chills, dawg
if some n+ggas come try me, then i’ma k!ll y’all
but i’m still trapping with [?] til i get a deal, dawg

[verse 8: g.t.]
yeah, i’m low flipping
money getting,a and you can get it right now, got that whole ticket
got the ten [?], n+gga, come pick it
it don’t matter what you cop, you can still hit it
[?] crammed in them
it’s 15, all 20’s
from now on, i just wanna talk money
and [?] only want my money all hundreds
all that sh+t y’all doing, i done done it
like 08, white buffs, no place
porshe [?], [?]
and we stay switching rentals when we going out of state
three quarter [?]
they say i’m just like my daddy, this sh+t all in my soul
dropped an 8, had them out of control
driving in the h+llcat, i hope i don’t lose control
b+tch

[verse 9: team eastside lil p]
i’m used to doing the same sh+t i used to
change for a couple dollars, you ain’t used to it
hundred g’s [?] and i blew through it
sell dope, get views on youtube
i’m used to n+ggas smiling in my face, i play the role
i don’t wanna be a [?], when them n+ggas gone
and i don’t want you talking wreckliss, if you call my phone
but if i ever [?]
b+tch, in the country with [?] n+gga
[?] riding down the new [?] with my mack n+gga
eastside 80’s, know he got a stack on him
stuffed by the nuts, yeah, i got a sack on me
same n+ggga got out of jail, got right back on it
i saw the road one time, and got back on it
[?] block, clear it out, and put a trap on it
this that rich car [?] got a [?] on it, n+gga

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