Johnny May Cash ft. YB - Situation lyrics

OK, these bastards, these fucking bastards
I'm getting stash, now these bad bitches are going for the squad
They be on the shit, they're true, these niggas lose
Niggas lose, they're fucking around me, they go
Get the fucking lose!
It's crazy, this shit be crazy! Is niggas crazy?
Fuck around, they're trying to bend me
That shit be crazy, fuck it! Many fuck it!
They be pussies, man, they're hoes, man, they act like broads!
Fuck these nigga, man, oh man, I'm over!
And we're over! We're afraid to catch..
Nigga talk shit, bitch, we're at ya!
And my niggas don't give a fuck about the extra
Talking all that tough, Tony shit, they get you at up
I'm fed up!

OK, these money coming' like these bitches
Can't fuck around without precisions
And these other niggas, they're no competition
And yeah, we're in the kitchen with the chickens
And that's ashes, it's fucking ashes
Now what a casket, get' for the tragic, you bring the tragic!
Them mascots, them black mascosts, them niggas savage
The money staging to the ceiling, and you know we're cashing

It's the life in debt' situation
All my niggas' irritation
But I see these fuck niggas, they be hating
But why they talk about me contemplating?
Getting money, niggas funny
They get the funny, they're around me
These niggas round me
Get the fuck around me!
They're clowns, and fuck the clowns
They wearing' they're in the mood, these niggas true
Fuck .. and we're one hundred nigga, 300 nigga
It's gonna get you, and they rap you all
What a fuck they think they talk
And we gonna'
Fuck me and my team, drama will bring

OK, these money coming' like these bitches
Can't fuck around without precisions
And these other niggas, they're no competition
And yeah, we're in the kitchen with the chickens
And that's ashes, it's fucking ashes
Now what a casket, get' for the tragic, you bring the tragic!
Them mascots, them black mascosts, them niggas savage
The money staging to the ceiling, and you know we're cashing

Pretty bitches, pretty bitches
You got bitches, I got bitches
All these bitches gotta get it,
So much money I was feeling.
And you know, my squad, we're winning
They ain't no competition
They ain't no, they ain't no competition!
Bastards, these fucking bastards
And we're moving faster, that's what they're mad for
All we know is stack up, and girl, we act up
Leave, leave a nigga on a stretcher
Hey, these pussy niggas always wanna talk
Leave them out, running in the'
Got it like that, cause I'm a boss
Don't give a fuck how much it cost!

OK, these money coming' like these bitches
Can't fuck around without precisions
And these other niggas, they're no competition
And yeah, we're in the kitchen with the chickens
And that's ashes, it's fucking ashes
Now what a casket, get' for the tragic, you bring the tragic!
Them mascots, them black mascosts, them niggas savage
The money staging to the ceiling, and you know we're cashing