[Chorus: Co Cash]
I been poppin' big shit
N***as throwin' bitch fits
Had to drop my old ho
Went got me a lit bitch
I been on some rich shit
He broke, need a quick fix
He thought it was old smoke
But I don't forget shit
These n***as hate and they envy and gossip
But really wanna be like a n***a
My young n***as with it, I hand him a chopper
And tell him, "Go see 'bout a n***a"
He sent the diss in a verse on the internet
But I don't really beat battle, n***a
You can't do that and take it back
I ain't really into that
Make sure you be 'bout it, n***a

[Verse 1: Co Cash]
The toughest n***as be the brokest
And the richest n***as be the slickest
Yeah, so we ain't with all that commotion
We find our target and make sure we hit it
These n***as send more disses than some pretty lil' bitties
On the homecomin' committee
Then when they see you in person
They try to switch up the tone
Wanna flip it and fix it
But anyway
Wake up, get fresh as fuck on any given day
Just gettin' by, these lil' n***as don't get away
You probably wouldn't even know that I feel a way
Shooters might pull up in 'Cats for the getaway
Just a few members, I don't need a bigger team
Regular n***as with Glocks in our skinny jeans
My money long as a motherfuckin' limousine
This smoke can get deadly, we bringin' the nicotine
Poppin' big shit like a stallion
Spent fifty on my medallion
All of my bitches is immigrants
All of my drip is Italian
Had it since I was a child
I don't have a stylist, bitch, I be stylin'
Lately ain't had too much violence
Thumbin' through thousands
Steady keep pilin'
[Chorus: Co Cash]
I been poppin' big shit
N***as throwin' bitch fits
Had to drop my old ho
Went got me a lit bitch
I been on some rich shit
He broke, need a quick fix
He thought it was old smoke
But I don't forget shit
These n***as hate and they envy and gossip
But really wanna be like a n***a
My young n***as with it, I hand him a chopper
And tell him, "Go see 'bout a n***a"
He sent the diss in a verse on the internet
But I don't really beat battle, n***a
You can't do that and take it back
I ain't really into that
Make sure you be 'bout it, n***a

[Verse 2: Lil Migo]
Sneak dissin', that's the way to get yo' ass killed
Street n***a done made a livin' off these zips
Peace n***a, don't take it back, say that out ya lips
Deceased n***a, I can get you killed from off the hip
Ballin', I fuck up the profit, ayy
Clientele steady be callin', ayy
She wanna fuck 'cause I'm ballin'
Just talkin' and stallin'
Yo' problems, can't solve 'em
Rich n***a, I got expensive taste and expensive life
Rich n***a, still pimpin' in style a ho I cannot wife
Bitch n***a, cannot sit around 'cause you is not my type
Snitch n***a, you know when you ratted you lost all yo' stripes
Lit n***a, smokin' on gelato, higher than a kite
Trick n***a, payin' for the pussy, that shit just not right
[Chorus: Co Cash]
I been poppin' big shit
N***as throwin' bitch fits
Had to drop my old ho
Went got me a lit bitch
I been on some rich shit
He broke, need a quick fix
He thought it was old smoke
But I don't forget shit
But I don't forget shit
These n***as hate and they envy and gossip
But really wanna be like a n***a
My young n***as with it, I hand him a chopper
And tell him, "Go see 'bout a n***a"
He sent the diss in a verse on the internet
But I don't really beat battle, n***a
You can't do that and take it back
I ain't really into that
Make sure you be 'bout it, n***a