c*cky Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: YoshiGoCrazy]
(Feel that sh*t)
I gotta get into my c*cky stage like when I'm 'bout to f*ck a b*tch
Ayy

[Verse 1: YoshiGoCrazy]
She suck me and bro, man, I think this b*tch retarded (Stupid)
Pistol on the hip when I step inside the party
Let a n*gga feel like he the hawk and get departed
I'm that one n*gga, I'll leave you where you started, n*gga
Flatscreens, marble floors over chandeliers
When I'm ridin' to the crib, I be dodgin' deers (Skrrt)
Automatic Tesla, I don't even steer
Bet this b*tch leave your ass when I switch the gear
Hatе bum-ass n*ggas, why y'all hatin' on me?
Been gettin' a lot of neck, your b*tch waitin' on mе
f*ckin' n*ggas' baby mama, the tape's on me
I got b*tches chasin' di*k from A to Z
I got 'bows comin' in from A to Z
.223s, TEC-9s and K's with me
I just f*cked another cougar, her age unique
20K in a month what she paid to me
n*gga, stop boostin'
These n*ggas steal a lot, need to stop lootin'
Graduated from that trap, I'm a top student
Gettin' rich off white b*tches, I am not clueless
On the road with that dog, I am not Scooby
Used to be the underdog, I'm on top, goofy (I'm on top, goofy)
Five-six-seven-four, don't get mobbed, goofy
f*ckin' on you n*ggas' hoes, they can't stop choosin'
[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
It's your b*tch, but that's my coochie
On a jet blower watchin' like time movin' (It's cool)
Ride around with that Mickey tryna find Goofy
Gotta stop smackin' n*ggas, they might try and sue me (For real, though)
Live like a boss, die like a boss, free 80s
He playin' with my cream, now that n*gga cremated
I ain't mean to whip out on your b*tch, I think the weave made me
All it took a Wendy's 4 for 4, then she ate me
All a sudden, all these cousins all type of relations
Man, these n*ggas couldn't even f*ck with the teenagers
Hit a n*gga top, four-five with green lasers
Better ride with a helmet on like a speed racer (Ayy, ayy)
I'm tryna tell 'em, yeah
Big ladder on the hammer, tryna nail him, ayy
I'm in Gucci wearin' Louis V, they kinda jealous, yeah
Draco clip got a curl on it, call it Elvis
Ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Most these n*ggas y'all think tough scared of me
I'm with three steppers, [?]
Bought my b*tch some new ass and titties, she baggin' with me
In Magic City heavier than a bag of pennies
Look, don't ask me if I got strap, n*gga, everdili
Like Glorilla, out the window with ratchets with me
Yeah, I dripped her in Chanel, but my jacket Fendi
She gon' put me on her wheel like a hamster, n*gga
[Outro: Cash Kidd]
Yeah, all that sh*t don't rhyme
Know your b*tch be lyin'
Still tryna cuddle with me
He just posted his b*tch ass, he look so familiar
Five, six, seven, [?]