Testo Toxic Blessing - Cash Kidd

Toxic Blessing

Haha, nah, for real, G
Tie a nigga up, the motherfucker Cash Kidd Sock in this mall
Bitch-ass nigga, huh
Ayy, fuck you niggas talkin' to?
Psh, yeah (I like that, Anton)

Fuck out my face with your advice, you broke, huh (You broke, yeah)
Let me catch you hatin', I'ma hop on your ho, boy (Ho)
I ain't your bitch, what you lyin' to me for? (What?)
Tryna get over on me like I'm drivin' too slow (Yeah)
Showed her an M, no, I'm not cockin' her though, huh (No, I'm not)
Feel like Scooby Doo, hit the lot, get the Ghost, ooh
No pink slip like my job let me go, lil' broke-ass niggas need to find 'em one

Pst, she can't leave me 'lone, I'm a toxic blessing (Ayy)
I'm beefin' with some bums, all my opps is peasants
Lil' dirt, think he sweet with my sloppy seconds
I buss down a Plain, nigga, 9-11
She takin' in my kids like child protective
New crib, got it black like my house infected
Yeah, lake in the back, I got it wrappin'
Pick her up, make her walk back, Michael Jackson
You broke, scammer, need to start retiring
Just found 13K inside the dryer, yeah
Bitch so spoiled like her time expired
They payin' for the lines like a job at Chrysler, yeah
Big backends, I feel like a spider (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm son to all these niggas, I should rock a visor
You fuckin' in the car, almost popped the tire
My kids in her mouth like a mama tiger (Ayy, ayy)
We ridin' in the striker, tryna find a striker
I only want the mouth, I ain't tryna wife her (Yeah, I'm not though)
I got a thousand hoes and my mama like 'em (My mama do)
He's savin' all the bitches, he a firefighter (Yeah)
It's time for you to go, but your neck was splendid
She actin' like a keeper, she was recommended, huh
Bitch so bad, give her ass detention
I feel like Santa Claus how I stand on business (What you mean?)

Fuck out my face with your advice, you broke, huh (You broke, yeah)
Let me catch you hatin', I'ma hop on your ho, boy (Ho)
I ain't your bitch, what you lyin' to me for? (What?)
Tryna get over on me like I'm drivin' too slow (Yeah)
Showed her an M, no, I'm not cockin' her though, huh (No, I'm not)
Feel like Scooby Doo, hit the lot, get the Ghost, ooh
No pink slip like my job let me go, lil' broke-ass niggas need to find 'em one