Barefoot - Cash Kidd

Well, well, well

Last bitch made me wake up with one sock

Bitch, I went barefoot, haha

The fuck, man? Crazy

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy

Man, damn, I fell in love with a thot

Shit, I don’t know, it might just be the top

Like a butcher, fuck it, let 'em meet the chop

Nigga get hit by the shell like Barack

Yeah, I go M.I.A. when shit get hot (Out the way)

Shit, only thing I’m scared of is the cops (Nah, for real)

They don’t believe the feds real 'til they stuck in that box

Damn, this bitch head ill, I don’t care if she a thot (I don’t care)

Niggas braggin' 'bout jail, I respect who ain’t get caught

You ain’t put your people in position, then you ain’t a boss

Nigga got aggressive 'cause my bitch told him to pay the cost

He was tryna take the box like when they turn the cable off

Lost a couple people that I love, but it ain’t a loss

Devil on my shoulder, I’m like shut up, let the angel talk

It ain’t fun fuckin' hoes no more 'cause this dick make 'em stalk

She suckin' my dick so lazy, might just made her walk

Seen my dog losin' hope, I’m tryna tell him he the G.O.A.T.

It’s a lot of shit I need, but I ain’t never need a ho

Better watch that slick mouth before we hit you with the scope

When we score, it’s teardrops like I hit 'em with a flow

Man, damn, I fell in love with a thot

Shit, I don’t know, it might just be the top

Like a butcher, fuck it, let 'em meet the chop

Nigga get hit by the shell like Barack

Yeah, I go M.I.A. when shit get hot (Out the way)

Shit, only thing I’m scared of is the cops (Nah, for real)

They don’t believe the feds real 'til they stuck in that box

Damn, this bitch head ill, I don’t care if she a thot (I don’t care)

You ain’t send no pape', you left your mans in there to rot

Hyped that nigga way up, now your mans up in the sky

We was robbin' everything, put your hands up in the sky

Like Edward Scissorhands, lay in your grass and get to choppin' shit

They say early bird get the worm, we was robbin' shit

When they said, «Why you ain’t droppin' shit?» We was droppin' shit

I ain’t gotta swipe no more, but still be swipin' shit

Feel like Michael Vick, come out the pocket for some spiky kicks

Sick niggas braggin' 'bout that lil' nigga fashion

I got rich nigga habits, I got big nigga status

Lot of sticks like a cactus, come get hit with a package

Yeah, we runnin' through the motherfuckin' scripts like this practice

Bands and drums, don’t get nicked with the cannon

Stick on like a magnet, call me Prince, keep the ratchet

Damn, I think they on to us, fuck it, I’ma still chance it

Told my ex-bitch to cry me a river, Kilpatrick

Ayy, it be the ones that talk the most shit that be the poorest

Free them boys, fuck the hook like I don’t need a chorus

Just cut this one freak off 'cause when she 'round, she keep recording

Bitch, I’m so fuckin' up, but not a sleep disorder, ayy

Damn, I fell in love with a thot

Shit, I don’t know, it might just be the top

Like a butcher, fuck it, let 'em meet the chop

Nigga get hit by the shell like Barack

Yeah, I go M.I.A. when shit get hot (Out the way)

Shit, only thing I’m scared of is the cops (Nah, for real)

They don’t believe the feds real 'til they stuck in that box

Damn, this bitch head ill, I don’t care if she a thot (I don’t care)