Cassidy | Lyrics | Can I Talk to You

Gia, I need to talk to you, okay
Can I talk to you?
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
(Hey, let me holla at you)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
(Yo, stop runnin' from me)

A yo, this Cassidy and niggas is not f*****' wit me man
And yea, I'm talking wreckless, but you gotta respect it
It's in my DNA man, I was born to be a gangsta
Yea, Kiss, talk to 'em

You know me K I S S, kiss of death
LP soon comin' for y'all bless, bless
Metallic green paint on the Impala, the S S
And I figure the more niggas dead, the less stress

You love how I'm hurtin' the track
You wanna polly, but I'm sort of hard to reach
Like the dirt on ya back
Hand to hand, like I'm workin' the sack
And I work out wit my arms
So I'll have no problem workin' the mac

Uh, never been a toe stepper, side switcher
A fence jumper, I was 10 wit twin pumpers
Hustled wit the best of them
Did whatever it took to make a quarter

I charge niggas to watch wrestlin'
I'm a heavy threat, D-Block double R
Full surface, y'all niggas ain't ready yet
Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass, holla back now

Gia, I need to talk to you, okay
Can I talk to you?
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
(Hey, let me holla at you)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
(Yo, stop runnin' from me)

Gia, I need to talk to you, okay
Can I talk to you?
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
(Hey, let me holla at you)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
(Yo, stop runnin' from me)

You know me, C A S S, fresh dressed
Just copped some new 4 5's and a fresh vest
I just scout, 'cuz a b**** mouth is the best sex
But less talk, you ain't got no heart in yo left breast

Go head, get yo b*** on
I'll let my wolves get they eat on
And leave you wit nothing, but ya sneaks on
But it don't matter 'cuz ya feet's gone
Now that's restin' in pieces, so go meet Jesus

You little boys better ease up
'Cuz them dudes, you think hot'll see Cass and then freeze up
You wan' scrap, roll ya sleeves up
But I'll rather squeeze, 'cuz I ain't tryin' to f*** my trees up

Or wrinkle my dickie, I crack a dutch, sprinkle the sticky
I know you pissed, I got Kiss and 'em wit me, dig me
'Cuz you dudes is haters and if you bet that
I was gon' flop, you gon' lose yo paper, nigga

Gia, I need to talk to you, okay
Can I talk to you?
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
(Hey, let me holla at you)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
(Yo, stop runnin' from me)

Gia, I need to talk to you, okay
Can I talk to you?
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
(Hey, let me holla at you)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
(Yo, stop runnin' from me)

A yo, get it through ya head, there's no stopping me
Nigga the R is double, the surface is full, the block is D
All it take is a Trey 8 and a mass nigga
It's Jada and Cass, I vision ya face waitin' to blast

If money was food, y'all niggas be fastin'
And we stuffin' our face and eatin' wit passion
In the herd like we run in numbers
Cass, ask these mothafuckas, why they runnin' from us?

They runnin' from us, 'cuz they petrified
I lift guns for the exercise
And I spray like insecticides
You bugs better recognize

When the weapon rise, you can catch slugs
In ya chest through ya vest and die
You on some sucka s***
So I'll leave a scar on ya face longer
Than the knife that I cut you wit, prick
I done paid my dues, so I'll blow ya brains out
And then feed it to ya seed like baby food, b****

Gia, I need to talk to you, okay
Can I talk to you?
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
(Hey, let me holla at you)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
(Yo, stop runnin' from me)

Gia, I need to talk to you, okay
Can I talk to you?
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
(Hey, let me holla at you)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
(Yo, stop runnin' from me)