Testi Impeached - Cash Kidd

Impeached

Yeah
(JayGotThePlug)
And I be sittin' down while I record, you feel me?
High as hell
Ayy, fucked a lil' bitch, she shy as hell
Bitch give me neck, might as well
Ayy, huh
Ayy, huh
Gettin' head while I smoke, dump the ashes in her weave
Opp bitch only find me attractive 'cause I’m me
Lil' broke ass hoes tryna trap me like some D
'Cause they know I’m comin' up like Michael Jackson when he lean
Jugged a lame for the sauce, he keep askin' for a feature
It’s gon' cost a pretty penny, I don’t rap like this for free
Rats callin' rats rats, please practice what you preach
He keep flexin' with that presi', up the pole, get him impeached
Bitch, pull your panties up, I want the neck, we not fuckin'
Look, my way or the highway, I’m not fussin'
My ex-bitch want us to work, told her go job huntin'
Bitch, what we talkin' 'bout, you ain’t talkin' 'bout stuffin'?
Bitch, what we talkin' 'bout, you ain’t talkin' 'bout punchin'?
All this fake love in the air got me Glock clutchin'
Yeah, you cute with a pretty face, but I’m cuffin'
You sound cute on that lil' tape, but nigga drop somethin'
Ayy, I only fucked that bitch 'cause she remind me of my other ho
Damn, I miss her, but a lame put his cuffing on
Can you please let me see our bitch? I wanna fuck her throat
Put it all on film, count an onion roll, huh
See the ice, what you got, like a hundred on?
Oh, that’s nice, up the pipe, catch a hundred more
All that swiping in your songs, you ain’t really punchin', though
All your shit bouncin' back, get your flubber on
Make a bitch talk to the hand, get my puppet on
Change my number every season, you were just my summer ho
You ain’t bringin' nothin' to the table, baby, run along
Damn, you hating on me too, nigga? The fuck going on?
Up banana clip out the window like I’m Donkey Kong
Banana clip, catch you slipping in traffic, yeah
Stretch a nigga like I’m Mr. Fantastic, ayy
Grown as hell, pussy stank, need her ass kicked
Couldn’t send no money, I was fucked up myself
I’ll ho a bougie bitch 'cause I’m stuck-up myself
Think I’m lackin', but I’m packin', I ain’t gotta call for help
Like we lapped up in the car, Yoshi got bodies on his belt
Opp bitch know I got the hoes, but all them bitches in they place
Cookie 'bows louder than a cricket when it’s late
No, I’m not shoplifting, but the bitch get off my waist
Catch a body like fans do outfielders on the gate
Crib sittin' on a lake, bitch sittin' on my face
When she try to argue with me, I just hit her with the K
Nigga tried to argue with me, so I hit him with the K
Think somebody wearin' bugs, they caught my nigga in a raid
Free Monty, free Hitman, all my niggas on the way
Ain’t a dance contest, why your shit ticking in the face?
Feel like the Franchize Boyz, the lean rock my dawg to sleep
Thirty hangin' off the road like the one tire on the Jeep
Gettin' head while I smoke, dump the ashes in her weave
Opp bitch only find me attractive 'cause I’m me
Lil' broke ass hoes tryna trap me like some D
'Cause they know I’m comin' up like Michael Jackson when he lean
Jugged a lame for the sauce, he keep askin' for a feature
It’s gon' cost a pretty penny, I don’t rap like this for free
Rats callin' rats rats, please practice what you preach
He keep flexin' with that presi', up the pole, get him impeached
Bitch, pull your panties up
Ayy, bitch, pull your panties up
Ayy, you can’t get no dick, you been actin' up all week
When your nigga at the crib trippin', bitch, call me
When your nigga don’t want his dick sucked, call me
When your nigga, haha, ayy