My Dinner by X.O. Cash Lyrics

[Intro: Kevin Perez]
You a fuck nigga
That's why I don't fuck with you

[Hook: Kevin Perez]
Yeah, dawg, yeah I ball nigga, stay with raw hitters
I don't fuck with frauds, bitch, I do it all winter
And if I don't fuck with you, imma get
All my sinners to roll up with my dinner
With my dinner
Yeah, dawg, yeah I ball nigga, stay with raw hitters
I don't fuck with frauds, bitch, I do it all winter
And if I don't fuck with you, imma get
All my sinners to roll up with my dinner
With my dinner

{Verse 1: Kevin Perez}
No aim, that red dot
One-two ball, get your head dropped
Roll around with two dimes and the five stop
Only chill with real niggas, that's why we top
Run around through my block get your heels popped
That's why we move rocks right up out your socks
And one time for my dudes back home
And free my bro out that fucking state
Four niggas sending burners all up to your place
Y'all can't keep up to my routes, all up to my pace
That's why when we run the streets, I always win the race
And I don't know why y'all can't say shit to my face
All my hitters do is get money everyday
And if we're stopped, we're gonna find another fucking way
Shooting 3's all the time like I'm that boy Clay
Like I'm that boy Clay
Y'all don't wanna see me when I do shit
My niggas scoping in is when e lose it
Always making bread when I move shit
Better move, bitch, when I shoot shit
"Cause I'm onto STM making music
My bars crazy, it should be in an institution
Always win, never losing
Got bitches choosing, it's amusing
The top she giving, not human
[Hook: Kevin Perez]
Yeah, dawg, yeah I ball nigga, stay with raw hitters
I don't fuck with frauds, bitch, I do it all winter
And if I don't fuck with you, imma get
All my sinners to roll up with my dinner
With my dinner
Yeah, dawg, yeah I ball nigga, stay with raw hitters
I don't fuck with frauds, bitch, I do it all winter
And if I don't fuck with you, imma get
All my sinners to roll up with my dinner
With my dinner

[Verse 2: X.O. CASH]
Stop playing, you ain't shit
Don't come with that fake shit
I dodge hate like the matrix
I got gold but no cases
Showing off my laces
Impact but no bracing
I'm the shit, you can taste it
This rap shit can't cave in
You just lost your last chance
Last laugh ain't lasting
Look, I ain't even laughing
Go around me like a lap dance
Lately I've been on my cash shit
Rap shit got me trapped in
Cook the cannon, I'm blasting
Shooting like I hold a Mac-10
"Aye-Aye" for the captain
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Reading through it like it's Macbeth
All the stacks start stacking
I ain't caged, I'm masked in
Real gold, no plastic
Real chain, I'm clapping
Real watch, I'm back, bitch
Yeah, I got it popping for the low
I be on the gram with my hoe
She doing all this shit I don't know
And I gotta take it back home
[Hook: Kevin Perez]
Yeah, dawg, yeah I ball nigga, stay with raw hitters
I don't fuck with frauds, bitch, I do it all winter
And if I don't fuck with you, imma get
All my sinners to roll up with my dinner
With my dinner
Yeah, dawg, yeah I ball nigga, stay with raw hitters
I don't fuck with frauds, bitch, I do it all winter
And if I don't fuck with you, imma get
All my sinners to roll up with my dinner
With my dinner

[Outro: Kevin Perez]
I don't know why y'all can't say shit to my face
All my hitters do is get money everyday
And if we're stopped we're gonna find another fucking way
Shooting 3's all the time like I'm that boy Clay