[Intro:]
Yea
Yea
Check it out
And drive
Check me out
Yea yea, lc
Dape
Mac uh
Yea

[Verse:]
All I got for these n****s is X bleedage and slugs
All I got for these b*****s is big d**k and drugs
Alcohol and guns, don’t be scared now – you got it dog
I’m smart enough to chill the f**k out
Until it’s time to dump
Release so much rage in such a short space
I’ll put your face in your cornflakes, mob style
You gave then blow him a pound
101 n***a, hold it down
Hood n***a, she love my style
I knock the cat out
N***a I pull in the Thundser
N***a is that yo b***h? I took that back to the casa
I’m always pulling the heist, I can’t help that b*****s wanna
You know what they’ll all be like for just one night
I blow up mine and get low
It’s too much dough out here to be broke
So I hit the curb, and bend a few corners, bumpin this s**t here
Turnt all the way up, n****s getting robbed tonight, let’s be clear
Come up off of them things, a n***a gon die tonight, I’ll leave you here
You give me your valuables
No funny moves, I swear uh

[Verse:]
A man walked in with a smile on his face, an 1145 in his hand
To the part don’t move it and call me to shoot but I will say you must understand a thing
Shots in the air, no time to waste
Been doing drugs all day, now it’s mine to race
F**k the red story, better find the safe
Get the money, hit him homies up in congregate
I need to grab my kidney to be feed
This is the recession, going through de-cash
And don’t send it cuz I ain’t gon win it
Gotta be f****d up to make it to the top of the money
I could be next to me, death and vanish
Work a cd, ask them one day you’ll manage
Rejects, emotionally damaged, you kids need to straight, let me call the… rantis
1-2 get a crib in Atlantis
Like a fish out cold, shoot Rick Randles
Tell Dorothy we ain’t in Kansas
Living in this world but we don’t understand it, no
Bullshit, you can’t sell that
All these kids will get hell back
A cup filled and my L fat
Them weaks want Dave Chapelle back
Well until that
I’m coming through the front s**t with something to discussin for discussion
Yep that’s alchemist in production
Open leg fishy it’s nothing
God versus man, mindless land
Competition ain’t s**t
I’mma treat you all like my b***h
You thought we’re sucking this d**k
Got you
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Confessions Of A Cash Register Lyrics