Kasher Quon
American Idol
[Intro]
(Undefined)

[Verse]
I'm in the studio tryna rap, but I got a cold
Busted-ass whip that you drive, that bitch old
Just caught one of my opps at the mall tryna steal clothes
Just caught this lil' bitch at the beauty supply tryna steal hair
A n***a just tried to diss me, but I ain't care
This bitch just told me her bills due and ain't no food over there
Too many n***as knew where I was at, I had to move from over there
This bitch just said she wanna fuck, I'm finna pull up over there
I just caught a bum-ass n***a stealin' underwear
Beat a n***a ass and knock him out like Undertaker
I'm sippin' on a three right now, my heart racin'
And I fucked a bitch yesterday that told me she was taken
My mans said he got Wockhardt and I ain't waitin'
I'm finna do the dash right now 'cause I'm impatient (Skrrt)
I just fucked a bad-ass bitch that had braces
N***as fucked up out here, they procrastinate
I'm lookin' for the lean right now 'cause I'm agitated
This bitch keep blowin' up my phone, now I'm irritated
My cousin keep askin' me for money, he irritatin'
I got a whole glass pint of red in the refridgerator
N***as fucked up, ain't no food in they refridgerator
I'm finna fuck this bitch and I'ma buy her a washer and dryer
I just scammed a young-ass n***a that was a minor
And I scammed an ugly-ass n***a that was albino
This bitch ugly as hell, she look like a rhino
I just slapped the fuck out of a n***a named Michael
Lame-ass n***a, tryna go on American Idol
I just sold a lame-ass n***a a car with no title
I'm tryna spark up a Backwood but I ain't got no lighter
This bitch keep suckin' on my dick like a pacifier
I just caught a bum-ass n***a in a Pacifica
And I heard he got locked up eatin' Dickerson
This bitch just said, "Where you at?" I'm at the studio
I'm finna fuck this bitch and I'ma buy her Don Julio ('25)
This some fire cookie, bitch, I'm smokin' on Oreos (Fire)
N***as fucked up, can't even buy a pack of Oreos
I'm finna fuck this bitch at the crib with the TV on (Come on)
N***as broke as hell, tryna sell CDs and movies
Caught a bum-n***a tryna scrap up on a loosey
This bitch irritate, keep askin' me can I buy her a pack of juicies
He went to jail for a week and turned into a Juicy Fruit
I'm in a car, doin' the dash, hangin' out the roof (Skrrt)
Caught one of my opps at the store, just punched him in the tooth
And I heard his cousin tryna buy lean, I'ma play with his juice
This bitch say she wanna go with me, I'ma play with her mind
I'm finna meet bro with a pint on Autobine (Here I come)