Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song See You, artist - Cash Kidd. Date of issue: 07.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
See You |
| Keep sticks like Django, uh |
| And we got the same ho, you wasn’t slammin' her right (JayGotThePlug) |
| Sticks like Django, we ain’t gon' |
| Yeah, we got the same ho, you wasn’t slammin' her right |
| Keep sticks like Django, we ain’t gon' panic tonight |
| I took his main ho, now I’m the man in her life |
| I hit the same stores, I be jammin' it right |
| Ain’t have no chicken, I had to go hit the road with my team |
| These niggas trippin', they tryna beef over hoes with a chief |
| My mama need it, my uncle stood by the store servin' fiends |
| Zack in his pocket and everyone know his pole in his jeans |
| Bitch, I’m number one, it ain’t no top five |
| Chicken in my pocket, ain’t no Popeyes |
| Runnin' with that bag, we gon' chop thighs (You get it?) |
| Started from the bottom, we on top now |
| Yeah, we got the same shit, but you wasn’t wearin' it right |
| Throw these Balencis on the wire once I wear 'em tonight |
| Keep big thirty on me and I carry a knife |
| 'Cause all I do is win, they tryna air me like kites (You get it?) |
| Niggas snitchin' and the police stereotype |
| Yeah, you a cool lil' bitch, but I can’t marry your type |
| She wanna suck my dick forever for the rest of her life |
| I’m tryna give her neck a rest like she preparin' for a flight |
| Got a crib in Canton 'cause the area nice |
| I’m barely there, but I watch the cameras every night |
| One call on my celly device |
| Now his heart got a dead beat like pops ain’t there in his life |
| Boy, you ain’t no demon, you was very polite (So nice) |
| Better keep it on you, I ain’t tellin' you twice |
| 'Cause when I see you, when I, ayy, yeah, ayy, huh |
| Yeah, since I stay on your mind |
| Hope you got the Glock next time when I see you |
| We gon' see you (When I, when I, when I) |
| Ayy, never know when you might walk by (Never know) |
| So I gotta be right on time when I see you |
| R.I.P., ooh |
| And something now is taking over me, hah (What?) |
| Ayy, devil on my shoulder (What?) |
| Nina caught a body |
| Sex trafficking, I sold her |
| Nigga, you ain’t got no bodies |
| I guess you a loner |
| Swipe my bitch extensions, hey |
| Your bitch want some closure |
| I keep big cheese on me |
| You can call me Joker |
| Drank God, what? |
| Hit him with extensions |
| His mama want some closure (What?) |
| Yeah, take a nigga shit, he ain’t playin' it right, ayy |
| I’ll leave somethin' like I ran the light, yeah (Iced Up Records) |
| Colorblind, all I see is tan and white (Yeah) |
| White sticks on, lookin' like a pan of rice (Ugh) |
| Pop a pill at my show, I’m in the VIP rollin' (In the VIP, nigga) |
| Every time them niggas die, we crack a seal open (Crack a seal open) |
| K beam on the 40, I been real focused (Bah) |
| Bad habit with this Glock, yeah, I’m a real smoker (Woo) |
| Get him dropped for the free, he ain’t worth a band (Not a rack, nigga) |
| Who you think put that nigga on that shirt you wearin'? |
| (We did that) |
| Why these niggas sneak diss when they on the 'Gram? |
| (Niggas hoes) |
| When they see us, change shifts like workin' man (Yeah) |
| Ayy, got it out the mud, bitch, I worked my hand (Yeah) |
| I won’t never let a fuck nigga hurt my plans (Uh-uh) |
| Was in Miami when I learned how to work a Lam' (Skrrt) |
| Yeah, twenty chains on, do the Usher dance, huh (Dance) |
| Got a record deal, now we on for real, huh (We up, nigga) |
| I be in the 'Raq gettin' loads for real, yeah (Yeah) |
| Look 'em in they eyes, niggas hoes for real, ayy (They pussy) |
| Run a nigga’s sack like we on the field (Take that) |
| Don’t never call me 'bout a ho, better check his bitch (Check that bitch) |
| Wipe his nose like he sick, finna check his temp' |
| Walked another nigga down, had to check my list (Down) |
| AP bright as shit, nigga, check my wrist, ugh |
| I treat hoes like they nothin' (Fuck 'em), that’s what they did to me |
| Don’t want you near they present 'til you lit like Christmas trees |
| If ain’t nobody slidin', shout out my nigga G (G Money) |
| Dawg been gettin' tortured for a lil' shit he did to me (Hah) |
| I can tell by they energy that these niggas frienemies |
| Just thirty niggas, please, it’s six times ten of these |
| Niggas better duck at least, don’t wanna get touched by these |
| Try to be a soldier 'til you layin' down, stuck at ease |
| Big eyes with a gap and hoes on me like I’m SpongeBob |
| Feel like yesterday, I was the poorest in that lunch line |
| Free my pops, we just chopped it for the one time |
| See, I could be a star, but they don’t wanna see your son shine |
| Lame niggas makin' threats 'cause I been gettin' off (Pussy) |
| Know my mans tryna catch 'em, I’ma pick 'em off |
| The chopper really in the car, I ain’t Ricky Ross |
| Wanna test me like a teacher 'til you gettin' chalked |
| Let me show y’all somethin' |
| I took the blues in the stash all to blow y’all money |
| I cooked it in the microwave 'cause the stove ain’t workin' |
| Vez whippin' up the pints on the four-eyed burner |
| Ghost shot a nigga with a K, it had no light on it |
| You hit that nigga in the dark? |
| Bro, your eyes perfect |
| Man, I wish you niggas would Karo my syrup |
| I bet this 7.62 leave his gumbo stirred up |
| My kids got more cash than y’all, and that’s on my mama |
| Sterl, what these niggas on? |
| I need bucks like Giannis |
| Nigga shoot at me, I’ma get his whole world demolished |
| Pop a nigga walkin' out his crib and leave his porch polished |
| You know I’m uppin' heat when I see you |
| Fiberglass on the pistol, this bitch see-through |
| 'Fore I pour the drank, I hit it raw and drink at least two |
| If you could still find Act', I wanna meet you |
| You ever drunk a six, take it, fell asleep woke? |
| Ever fucked a bag up and had to buy a G of dope? |
| Tryna worry about what I got, well, you must be broke |
| Damn near tricked a fed wearin' this Louis V peacoat |
| I put the city on my back, nigga, ask around |
| Can’t come near me with no straps, Scoop pat him down |
| It’s too late, I got the ups on you, don’t try to racket now |
| I had to leave the drank alone, I kept blacking out |
| Sorry, I’m aggressive off this Perc', I can’t crack a smile |
| I robbed a nigga with a, for a half a pound |
| I got it from my grandaddy, the handle crackered out |
| Bitch tryna argue, I just text back, «Laugh out loud» |
| Street nigga in the meeting with some corporate people |
| Bitch, I’m off an eight of Wock', you a tortoise drinker |
| Nigga robbed me, I took his life, we more than even |
| Ran off on the plug with a bag, couldn’t afford to keep it |
| Said some dumb shit like, «Just meet me Monday morning evening» |
| That mean you ain’t gettin' paid, nigga |
| Gotta vote to get me knocked off 'cause I’m a made nigga |
| Sweep a whole house up with this AR, I’m a maid, nigga |
| Yeah, you get it? |
| I’ll sweep that bitch out |
| Five, six niggas at one time, nigga |
| Hundred shots on this bitch |
| Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, you know what the fuck goin' on |
| 810 shit |
| Let’s get it |