Damn Right lyrics

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
I got 99 problems, a b*tch ain't one
I've been too busy getting this cheese, I still ain't done
Looking for some compitition, damn, there still ain't none?
She mad as f*ck sucking my di*k, like damn, you still ain't c*m?
Eh my n*gga, what's your b*tch name on Instagram?
Finna send that b*tch some di*k pictures, I don't give a damn
Give a f*ck if she screenshot me, my sh*t big as hell
Got so many hoes, got more dimes than a wishing well
I woke up with a di*k full of [?]
She put my di*k in her mouth, and blew it like an avitar
All these hoes just wanna f*ck the n*gga with the fastest car
[?] start the whip, it sound like somethin off Gerasic Park
Boy, you a lame, you hang with squares like Patrick Star
pus*y, what's the point in having guns, if you don't have a heart?
I can't let these n*ggas slide no more, we ain't at the park
At the bar, 'bout to bless a b*tch, call me Pastor Mark
All these hoes retarded, [?] too much for me
You think I ain't 'bout that life, then lil n*gga, run up and see
Have them wild n*ggas on your head if you f*ck with me
Leave you dead in the back of the car, like a bumble bee

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Man, everywhere I go, it's tension
Damn, I don't even know these n*ggas
Damn, guess I gotta show these n*ggas
And I know we winning, 'cause they team [?] go against us
They say I think I'm the sh*t, b*tch, you damn right
They say I'm feeling myself, b*tch, you damn right
Counting money, getting bands, all damn night
Yeah, I'm the man and I know it, b*tch, you damn right
[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Damn, R.I.P. Jef, gone too soon
For him, I gotta hit somebody b*tch every blue moonG
Getting head with my buffs on, I'm feeling too cool
f*cked the b*tch once, then I'm skating like new new
The realest youngest n*gga doing it, them n*ggas foo foo
If I see a f*cking opp, up my Glock, [?] gon' shoot too
Pockets fat as Broose Broose, full of paper like new shoes
Boy, you talking to an animal, like Blue's Clues
These n*ggas say they on my head, we can meet wherever
And every n*gga you came with , can R.I.P. together
Got your baby mama feeling special, she my freak forever
Take my n*ggas everywhere with me, we gon' eat together
Heard you n*ggas talking down to hoes, but I don't know these n*ggas
New buffs, chocolate everywhere, I got the golden ticket
Got a lot of toys, like The Grinch when he stolen Christmas
And even your b*tch can get her top blew like Homer Simpson

[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Man, everywhere I go, it's tension
Damn, I don't even know these n*ggas
Damn, guess I gotta show these n*ggas
And I know we winning, 'cause they team [?] go against us
They say I think I'm the sh*t, b*tch, you damn right
They say I'm feeling myself, b*tch, you damn right
Counting money, getting bands, all damn night
Yeah, I'm the man and I know it, b*tch, you damn right
[Verse 3: Dbc Kiddo]
Damn right, I f*cked your b*tch, all damn night
I'm from the west, she from the east, I picked her up on [?]
She the best, she a freak, choosing teams like [?]
But I'm maried to the game, [?]
You cash a b*tch, but I'd rather get my man right
And you a b*tch, if you sit and watch your man fight
Bands right in my pocket, [?]
These n*ggas rookys, and they dealing with a vet G
Grown man sh*t, coward [?] sh*t
[?] who you think you playing with?
Got [?] f*ck the transcript
And I ain't never show up, but I ran sh*t
Kidd and Cash Kidd, from the west to east
Never finish my plate, so all the rest can eat
Just be a real n*gga, that's the recipe
But being a n*gga like me, you can never be


[Chorus: Cash Kidd]
Man, everywhere I go, it's tension
Damn, I don't even know these n*ggas
Damn, guess I gotta show these n*ggas
And I know we winning, 'cause they team [?] go against us
They say I think I'm the sh*t, b*tch, you damn right
They say I'm feeling myself, b*tch, you damn right
Counting money, getting bands, all damn night
Yeah, I'm the man and I know it, b*tch, you damn right