Caddy
I just gave her the addy, Pull up in that Caddy
She taste just like candy, Amazing
I fuck that bitch on that gang shit
Don't run up on me with that lame shit
Yeah my brothers are with me, We pull up with blickys
You say the wrong words then we spray shit
I got some brothers that Haitian, You don't want to mess with me
Stop all that talking, We about that action
Oh I'm loading up the clip
Yeah me and my brothers, Yeah we never lacking
Hollow-tips all in your ribs
Oooo, Oooo
The Chopper go Doo-Doo-Dooo
We run on your crew-oo-ooo
I won't tell if you gonna shoot
Woah
Shorty want link up and smoke all my gas
But babe I'm too high so I think you should pass
I'm in the whip with a rockstar bitch, I'm a popstar bitch, I'ma load that clip
These phonies be gassed when I roll them in spliffs
And I'll sell your body, you deadstock bitch
We making them lit like a deuce in a faygo
But why would I fight you my glock get the KO
They talking about beef I treat that shit like kale
Playing triple X, In the Caddy XL
Got the addy she out in Calabasas
Escalade blowing down all the traffic
Told her I'm about to go to the studio, We in Hollywood but I want that action
Because I got to have it yeah
She make it bounce like a rabbit yeah
I spit that shit like a dragon walk in my shoes bet it feel like I'm mad at ya
In the Caddy can't imagine where the hell I'd be, If I weren't rapping yeah
Now I'm only fucking with models, She cannot touch me if she don't own fashion yeah
That shit tragic yeah
She just gave me the addy, Pull up in that Caddy
She taste just like candy, Amazing
Yeah I fuck that bitch on that gang shit
Don't run up on me with that lame shit
I got my brothers they with me, We pull up with blickys
You say the wrong words then we spray shit
And I got some brothers that Haitian, You don't want to mess with me
Stop all that talking, We about that action
Oh I'm loading up the clip
Yeah me and my brothers, Yeah we never lacking
Hollow-tips all in your ribs
Oooo, Oooo
The Chopper go Doo-Doo-Dooo
We run on your crew-oo-ooo
I won't tell if you gonna shoot
I ain't really with all that chit-chat
Chopper go, hit back
She got them tunes and I call her ass Looney
Take her ass home and we making a movie
Like Uhh, hit her like Uhh, hit her like uhh, hit her like
She feeling her pain, she feeling the night
I'm off of these pills like all the time
He don't want smoke he not front line
When I'm with my bros, and we outside
We want a bankroll
We cannot chase hoes
A four in the faygo
Girl I can't lay low
She taste just like candy, Amazing
I fuck that bitch on that gang shit
Don't run up on me with that lame shit
Yeah my brothers are with me, We pull up with blickys
You say the wrong words then we spray shit
I got some brothers that Haitian, You don't want to mess with me
Stop all that talking, We about that action
Oh I'm loading up the clip
Yeah me and my brothers, Yeah we never lacking
Hollow-tips all in your ribs
Oooo, Oooo
The Chopper go Doo-Doo-Dooo
We run on your crew-oo-ooo
I won't tell if you gonna shoot
Woah
Shorty want link up and smoke all my gas
But babe I'm too high so I think you should pass
I'm in the whip with a rockstar bitch, I'm a popstar bitch, I'ma load that clip
These phonies be gassed when I roll them in spliffs
And I'll sell your body, you deadstock bitch
We making them lit like a deuce in a faygo
But why would I fight you my glock get the KO
They talking about beef I treat that shit like kale
Playing triple X, In the Caddy XL
Got the addy she out in Calabasas
Escalade blowing down all the traffic
Told her I'm about to go to the studio, We in Hollywood but I want that action
Because I got to have it yeah
She make it bounce like a rabbit yeah
I spit that shit like a dragon walk in my shoes bet it feel like I'm mad at ya
In the Caddy can't imagine where the hell I'd be, If I weren't rapping yeah
Now I'm only fucking with models, She cannot touch me if she don't own fashion yeah
That shit tragic yeah
She just gave me the addy, Pull up in that Caddy
She taste just like candy, Amazing
Yeah I fuck that bitch on that gang shit
Don't run up on me with that lame shit
I got my brothers they with me, We pull up with blickys
You say the wrong words then we spray shit
And I got some brothers that Haitian, You don't want to mess with me
Stop all that talking, We about that action
Oh I'm loading up the clip
Yeah me and my brothers, Yeah we never lacking
Hollow-tips all in your ribs
Oooo, Oooo
The Chopper go Doo-Doo-Dooo
We run on your crew-oo-ooo
I won't tell if you gonna shoot
I ain't really with all that chit-chat
Chopper go, hit back
She got them tunes and I call her ass Looney
Take her ass home and we making a movie
Like Uhh, hit her like Uhh, hit her like uhh, hit her like
She feeling her pain, she feeling the night
I'm off of these pills like all the time
He don't want smoke he not front line
When I'm with my bros, and we outside
We want a bankroll
We cannot chase hoes
A four in the faygo
Girl I can't lay low
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Writer(s): Felipe Cortes
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