"NOT AT ALL" lyrics
Cash Kidd & Shordie Shordie Lyrics
[Cash Kidd:]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Pst, yeah (I like that, Anton)
My grills hold the spot like volleyball
Poppin' my shit, I ain't got it all, yeah
I pull up iced out, she gon' top me off, yeah
I use her for her head like Tylenol, yeah
He actin' like a kid, please knock it off
I'm knowin' that these lil' niggas kind of soft
But does it look like I'm worried? Nigga, not at all
But does it look like I'm hurtin'? Nigga, not at all
I mix it with the Perky and I'm noddin' off
She suckin' on the tip, now my eyes look crossed
My youngins keep on scorin' and I'm proud of y'all
My bitch trappin' hard, I'm so proud of you
These niggas like Casper, tryna hide they boo
We caught a nigga lackin', ayy
We caught a nigga lackin' at they rendezvous
I just sent one K, I don't mind, what new
New air boy, change my whole mood, huh
New big toy, come plot on— yeah
Stupid boy, you not no fool, huh
How the fuck I make a couple million off a freestyle
I just put some bread in my grill like a cheese sandwich
Lil' ass niggas can't see me, I'm a piñata
I ain't into goin' back and forth, bullets hit buddy
Chillin' in the palace froze up, call me Ben Wallace
My grills hold the spot like volleyball
Poppin' my shit, I ain't got it all, yeah
I pull up iced out, she gon' top me off, yeah
I use her for her head like Tylenol, yeah
He actin' like a kid, please knock it off
I'm knowin' that these lil' niggas kind of soft
But does it look like I'm worried? Nigga, not at all
But does it look like I'm hurtin'? Nigga, not at all
[Shordie Shordie:]
Nigga, four fade, get hit
Bad bitch came trim, French tip (French tip)
Why you dockin' on the floor? Shit lit
How you talkin' 'bout a ring and you ain't never saw one?
Talkin' 'bout money, you don't never show, no, none
Drop shit, pop shit, you a dollar
Drop it, I see, get a dollar
Give head give head, she a scholar
Bitch, fuck it dancin'
She gon' run up on me, ass up
I know that lil' bitch scared up, she gon' run into a nigga with guns
Now she gone, APB, I've been on it
Bitches gettin' on my nerves, B, be gone
Wanna call me, but my name Ravon
[Cash Kidd:]
My grills hold the spot like volleyball
Poppin' my shit, I ain't got it all, yeah
I pull up iced out, she gon' top me off, yeah
I use her for her head like Tylenol, yeah
He actin' like a kid, please knock it off
I'm knowin' that these lil' niggas kind of soft
But does it look like I'm worried? Nigga, not at all
But does it look like I'm hurtin'? Nigga, not at all
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Pst, yeah (I like that, Anton)
My grills hold the spot like volleyball
Poppin' my shit, I ain't got it all, yeah
I pull up iced out, she gon' top me off, yeah
I use her for her head like Tylenol, yeah
He actin' like a kid, please knock it off
I'm knowin' that these lil' niggas kind of soft
But does it look like I'm worried? Nigga, not at all
But does it look like I'm hurtin'? Nigga, not at all
I mix it with the Perky and I'm noddin' off
She suckin' on the tip, now my eyes look crossed
My youngins keep on scorin' and I'm proud of y'all
My bitch trappin' hard, I'm so proud of you
These niggas like Casper, tryna hide they boo
We caught a nigga lackin', ayy
We caught a nigga lackin' at they rendezvous
I just sent one K, I don't mind, what new
New air boy, change my whole mood, huh
New big toy, come plot on— yeah
Stupid boy, you not no fool, huh
How the fuck I make a couple million off a freestyle
I just put some bread in my grill like a cheese sandwich
Lil' ass niggas can't see me, I'm a piñata
I ain't into goin' back and forth, bullets hit buddy
Chillin' in the palace froze up, call me Ben Wallace
My grills hold the spot like volleyball
Poppin' my shit, I ain't got it all, yeah
I pull up iced out, she gon' top me off, yeah
I use her for her head like Tylenol, yeah
He actin' like a kid, please knock it off
I'm knowin' that these lil' niggas kind of soft
But does it look like I'm worried? Nigga, not at all
But does it look like I'm hurtin'? Nigga, not at all
[Shordie Shordie:]
Nigga, four fade, get hit
Bad bitch came trim, French tip (French tip)
Why you dockin' on the floor? Shit lit
How you talkin' 'bout a ring and you ain't never saw one?
Talkin' 'bout money, you don't never show, no, none
Drop shit, pop shit, you a dollar
Drop it, I see, get a dollar
Give head give head, she a scholar
Bitch, fuck it dancin'
She gon' run up on me, ass up
I know that lil' bitch scared up, she gon' run into a nigga with guns
Now she gone, APB, I've been on it
Bitches gettin' on my nerves, B, be gone
Wanna call me, but my name Ravon
[Cash Kidd:]
My grills hold the spot like volleyball
Poppin' my shit, I ain't got it all, yeah
I pull up iced out, she gon' top me off, yeah
I use her for her head like Tylenol, yeah
He actin' like a kid, please knock it off
I'm knowin' that these lil' niggas kind of soft
But does it look like I'm worried? Nigga, not at all
But does it look like I'm hurtin'? Nigga, not at all
