Him Duncan Lyrics

Cash bitches cash bitches cash bitches cash

Counting up this paper finna lock it in the stash

Cash bitches cash bitches cash bitches cash

I let her count the money as I throw it on the ass

Cash bitches cash bitches cash bitches cash

Catch at my addy we gunna drag you through the ave

Cash bitches cash bitches cash bitches cash

We put em in a blunt and turned his homies into ash

Touching all this poison ivy nigga got a rash

Got to stack it fore I crash hundred fifty on the dash

Foot up on the gas so I live my life too fast

All these bitches smash or pass smash then pass them to the gang

Nigga what's your name? what's your set and what you claim? where's ya lane?

Where you staying? put in pain go hit a stain

Put the question to your brain don't be pussy get to flame

It's no shame to get revenge cause them niggas do the same

If you stressed then mary jane to the brain do the trick

While you layed up with a trick she doing tricks all on the dick

Extended clip for that paper we gone rip

Get the chicken we gon dip

British stack it with the chips

Making flip after flip like a flipper when it swim

And my wrist it always swim on the bowl above the rim

Not the gym but we dunking em like Tim

Hold on

Long shot I took the harder way like Tim

Check up on the gang & we gon check up on ya chin

Check up on in the dark he make it light that nigga yin

Bitch is cinnamon her apple jack my minute man

My bro told me pop him it ain't take a minute man

Racing whipping man and the wraith is tinted man

It ain't lemon scented and you know this shit ain't rented man

Niggas bitches fam and these niggas bitches fans

Got me cooling and I'm ruling bitch you know I'm kinging man

All this dick I'm slingin man got these bitches singing man

It's a wrap when I be rapping know they skin is chilling man

(This shit easy Chino)