Six 4 Dreams
(MTM, hit 'em with the heat)
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
Ayy, hop out the '64, dumpin' clips, smoking cigarillos
A young Latino, knockin' bass, and I'm packing C-notes
You know my steelo, sippin' 40s with pimps and kinfolks
Steppin' in the function with Alizé and a brand-new nympho
Me and them other boys ain't cut off the same brick
I've been sold up a game that motherfuckers can't hang with
Them neighbors creased up, open mouth, them gold teefus
Don't be bangin' on my line unless you talkin' them big bucks
They is swingin' off the curb, my bond is my fucking word
Blood is thicker than water but water quenchin' in my thirst
I don't trust in nobody, the streets is gettin' too cold
As I stand on my toes, grip on the .44
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
Poured out the first sip of my 40 for my dead homies
Posted and smokin' inside of the cut, I'm by my lonely
Stackin' my paper, mackin' come in exotic flavors
Don't got no time for you pussy bustas and instigators
I kick my feet up, Gucci bag, inside all my heaters
You see the cannon will knock you down and leave you in pieces
The clock is tickin', fingers itchin', no room for slippin'
Play your position, Rami' came in through with the Magician
I live my life like I might die tomorrow
There's no point of feelin' sorrow 'cause all of my time is borrowed
I've been knockin' on Death's door, hopin' I can get in
My time's wasted by drugs and the shit I get in
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
Ayy, hop out the '64, dumpin' clips, smoking cigarillos
A young Latino, knockin' bass, and I'm packing C-notes
You know my steelo, sippin' 40s with pimps and kinfolks
Steppin' in the function with Alizé and a brand-new nympho
Me and them other boys ain't cut off the same brick
I've been sold up a game that motherfuckers can't hang with
Them neighbors creased up, open mouth, them gold teefus
Don't be bangin' on my line unless you talkin' them big bucks
They is swingin' off the curb, my bond is my fucking word
Blood is thicker than water but water quenchin' in my thirst
I don't trust in nobody, the streets is gettin' too cold
As I stand on my toes, grip on the .44
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
Poured out the first sip of my 40 for my dead homies
Posted and smokin' inside of the cut, I'm by my lonely
Stackin' my paper, mackin' come in exotic flavors
Don't got no time for you pussy bustas and instigators
I kick my feet up, Gucci bag, inside all my heaters
You see the cannon will knock you down and leave you in pieces
The clock is tickin', fingers itchin', no room for slippin'
Play your position, Rami' came in through with the Magician
I live my life like I might die tomorrow
There's no point of feelin' sorrow 'cause all of my time is borrowed
I've been knockin' on Death's door, hopin' I can get in
My time's wasted by drugs and the shit I get in
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
I'm in my Cadillac, chillin' like a fat mack
Smokin' on a fat sack, drinkin' on a pint of 'yac
Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Ramirez, Michele Scatamacchia
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