Cash Kidd – Gift From God Lyrics (feat. BagBoy Mell)

What you think these banana clips for? Man, is you serious? Y’all some idiots (Dummy)
Once I get mad, I’m on go, I’m not hearing shit
Put that bitch in the corner ’cause she disobedient (No cap)
Taught my nigga how to read and write like I teach English
Said you heard a nigga gon’ do what? Must’ve left his heart in the house, five heartbeats (p*ssy)
Went to see my PO with it on the car seat (No cap)
Now that I’m froze, bitches tryna restart things
Heard about dawg, that shit crazy, damn, how that shit happen? [Intro]
Reuel, stop playin’ with these niggas
Helluva made this beat, baby
[Chorus: BagBoy Mell]
Yeah, I don’t want your bitch,   she   still basic
I got   M’s on my mind that I’m   chasin’ now
A nigga try to take my chain, he couldn’t take it
Left him dead in the street, he ain’t make it now
Niggas playin’ both sides, better pick a side
I got some extended bullets that’ll pick your ride
You get wet when I spray, you slip, we slide
She open up just like a present, I’m a gift from God
[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
Boy, if you knew you was soft as hell, why even start beef? Man, I’m just curious
Told all my bitches we a team, that’s all y’all dick
May the best p*ssy win, ain’t payin’ all y’all rent
Ayy, y’all know who got that dog shit
Got your dog hit, talk shit like I’m Bart Simp
Damn shame I gotta take the Draco on our mall trips
Damn shame you see a wife, I see another lost bitch
Bitch think I’m pressed, she must not know I do this often
Up in the morning on that road, but I ain’t joggin’
Flexed in a stolen joyride and I was like, “Aw, man”
My nigga G-Mil hit me in the LIV, we had all cans
We tried to run, they point a gun, said put up our hands
Did the dash on they ass, we stood all ten
They boxed us in but it ain’t work like I called in
One thing I know, them tables turn, but this ain’t our van
Yeah, twenty cars, nineteen of ’em fraudlent
If I shine, my brother shine, but I ain’t Marlon, ayy
Heart got broke so many times, now I ain’t got one
Niggas in secret competition, I just caught on
But it’s cool
p*ssy good, but you can’t spend the night, huh
Just threw a bag at my nigga like a pillowfight
Told me to invest, he got some shit can get us rich tonight
Should’ve wore a vest, them niggas must been off that Miler Lite
Online, punching my son toys and shit, all Fisher-Price
Whack a nigga outside of the club, then purchase a flight
[Chorus: BagBoy Mell]
Yeah, I don’t want your bitch, she still basic
I got M’s on my mind that I’m chasin’ now
A nigga try to take my chain, he couldn’t take it
Left him dead in the street, he ain’t make it now
Niggas playin’ both sides, better pick a side
I got some extended bullets that’ll pick your ride
You get wet when I spray, you slip, we slide
She open up just like a present, I’m a gift from God These niggas gon’ die dirty, like Michael Jackson
Dirty Diana, you don’t get it?