Cassidy

Cassidy - Any & Errrbody lyrics

rate me

Ft. Fred Money

)Intro)

Huh, Cassidy

High off music

Bishop, Fred Money

Mayhem Music

(Hook)

Errrbody want to rap, errrbody want to trap

Errrbody got a strap (prreah!)

Errrbody in the bag, rrrrbody want to battle

Errrbody calling Cass (yeeaahhh!)

Errrbody's trash

Go to errrbody page, errrbody counting cash (huh)

Errrbody get a tag

Potato on the 8-0-8, errrbody gettin' mashed (facts)

Errrbody, errrbody (what these fuck niggas talkin' bout?!)

Errrbody (nigga I'm talking to you)

(You ain't got to ask who I'm talkin' bout)

Errrbody, errrbody (what these fuck niggas talkin' bout?!)

Errrbody (nigga I'm talking to you)

(You ain't got to ask who I'm talkin' bout)

(Verse: Cassidy)

I'm high off the molly I popped

That loud got my eyes red, fuck an eyedrop

We got more syrup than the fucking I-hop

Pulling liquor out the box like the fuckin' high top

(Why not?) Somebody gon' get killed

I'm on niggas' hills yeah like a pair of high tops

He think he fly 'til the slugs spray

Like bug spray, the cig hit him hard like a fly swat (huh)

Slugs everywhere, blood everywhere

The paramedics couldn't find a dry spot

Put his thoughts in the sky

Having him looking like 4th of July when I let the .45 pop

I got him hustling on my block

A nigga getting to the chicken

Got a pocket full of livestock

Try to plot? I catch a nigga creeping

I'm sleeping with one eye open like a Cyclops (damn!)

They want to see me do my thing again

Ars like, 'you need to step back in the ring again'

Yo, the nerve of that nigga, I'll murder that nigga

I ain't tryna go back to the bing again

Battle rap - my cup of tea

But yo that nigga know he can't fuck with me

At the battle a couple days ago

Yo, he told me out his own mouth that he look up to me

I heard when he was in the fucking D

That Trick Trick jumped on the damn stage

He ain't got a shotgun nor a calico

The bull had piss dripping down his pants leg

I ain't with the BS, I'm not a gang

But I play with the 4, no PS

I ride out, no brake light

I strip a nigga naked in the daylight,

No T-Rex so show respect

Or get smacked cause I put in grind time, no d-rect

You know how shit be

I got 'em tight like Big T in an XL V-neck

If you push the wrong buttons, the Don will shoot hollows

All you gon' hear is the gun sounds

I got the Winchester deluxe loaded

So it'll be a murder after one round

Yo, I'm five thousand and o

Undefeated, errrbody want a shot at me

But I got it mastered, it'll be a disaster

And ain't nobody gonna Math Hoffa me

On the internet, niggas talk greasy

But soon as they see me, they cop a plea

Like, 'I know I said a lot, but if we battle

That will be the biggest shit that I ever got' (what?)

Niggas better stop with all the babbling

Battling in Cass DNA

I'm in my bag like Frito Lay

If they don't cut the check, what the fuck you expect me to say?

'Get 'em the fuck outta here!'

I've been spending change, I been in the game for a lot of years (yeah)

Yeah, yo you lil niggas featherweight

And I'm a big heavyweight, Vladimir (yeah)

Yo, I know that I got 'em scared

Yeah, but they can't do shit about it

I'm a problem with barz, how can niggas doubt it

And I've been a hustler, yo forget about it

Mane, I used to stand in the corner

With the marijuana and pitch hard

Tryna make cash, like I need straight cash

No coupons, no gift card (no)

Hustling is a gift, I had more trees

and snow on me than a Christmas card

Ah, all these rap niggas pussy

Thinking 'bout eating niggas up get my dick hard (pause)

Don't nobody think y'all hot

You got a hard head but be dead from a scar shot

Y'all never strapped like a mall cop

And every song y'all drop

I ain't tryna hear like a bald spot

When them shots blaze, if you not safe

You better pray to the child of God

Before I bang you and send you to the angels

Leave you in the dust like formaldehyde

Yo, I ain't got no real beef

But if I do, I kill beef like a cow done died

Shorty the 40 cal will rise

And put a hole in your head, silver $ size

The hustler on some trap shit

This rap shit just a alibi

I sling cocaine like King James

Right before the game, let the powder flaw

And my clientele loving it

I got straight drop butter shit

And I'm spittin' that cook up

To pick my rap book up, I need an oven mit

I'm on some gutter shit

I don't even understand how niggas listen to that otha shit

'Yo that's hard" "Nah that's balls'

But niggas already know my government

I'm getting gwap and I'm lovin' it

My wide body can't fit in the parking spot

And they won't let me park it in the parking lot

Cause they know that their insurance can't cover it

For the fuck of it

I'm the type of guy to put cyanide in a cup of piss

To show you niggas luv in the club

Like you don't fuck with Cris, want a cup of this?

Errrbody talking shit, errrbody on my dick

Errrbody got to chill

Errrbody know I'm nice

Catch a body on the mic, errrbody getting killed

Errrbody know I'm ill, eat any rapper up

Errrbody is a meal, errrbody know the deal

I'll body anybody, fuck how errrbody feel

Fuck how errrbody feel

Fuck how errrbody feel

(Hook)

Errrbody want to rap, errrbody want to trap

Errrbody got a strap (prreah!)

Errrbody in the bag, rrrrbody want to battle

Errrbody calling Cass (yeeaahhh!)

Errrbody's trash

Go to errrbody page, errrbody counting cash (huh)

Errrbody get a tag

Potato on the 8-0-8, errrbody gettin' mashed (facts)

Errrbody, errrbody (what these fuck niggas talkin' bout?!)

Errrbody (nigga I'm talking to you)

(You ain't got to ask who I'm talkin' bout)

Errrbody, errrbody (what these fuck niggas talkin' bout?!)

Errrbody (nigga I'm talking to you)

(You ain't got to ask who I'm talkin' bout)

(Outro)

(Who I'm talking bout, who I'm talking 'bout)

Yeah errrbody can get it man

I'm on my shit right now

I don't give a fuck who take it personal

Who feel some type of way

I'm right here man, come holler at me

And I ain't just directing this at battle rap niggas

Cause I used to be in the same bag battling all day everyday

So I feel where y'all coming from

But why is y'all niggas on my dick?

Keep talking about

'I want to see Cass get back in the ring

I want to see him battle again'

Don't worry about what the fuck I'm doing

Y'all just keep battling them corny ass niggas y'all been battling

And do what the fuck y'all want to do

Im'ma do what the fuck I want to do

I ain't gonna let no nigga influence me

I'm a made nigga! I do what the fuck I want to do

And until they get the chicken up and make it worth me stepping back in the ring

You'll prolly never see it, I know y'all want to see it

I know even my fans want to see it

But there's a lot of shit that I wanted to see that I couldn't see

Like I wanted to see LeBron get in the Slam Dunk competition

I wanted to see Allen Iverson come back to the league

I wanted to see Pacquiao fight Floyd

It's a lot of shit that I wanted to happen that ain't happened

So that if it don't happen, fuck it!

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