CANTU
Alright, run it back, run it fuckin' back
I aint wanna do it but I had to
Coming at ya head like some motherfuckin' cantu boy
You was supposed to make it but you past due now
You be the last dude doing what you can't do boy
I ain't even see it when you crack dude
But I saw you running hella fast like a track dude boy
Running through to the money call it fast food
Get it with my own smoke I don't wanna match you boy
Who the realest in it boy it gotta be him
He wanted to flex they knew it when they spotted the Benz
He wanna be next they knew it when he got up again
They wanted to press but he'll hoppin' over defense
They wanted to see cause he be hanging out at the beach
The haters be fine its special when they talking to me
I might put a milli on em just to bargain the peace
Try to test a motherfucka watch the bargain increase
Got these little rappers in a headlock
Put em with the deadstock
Hit em with a headshot (boom)
Got a little mama and her head hot
So I put it down on the ground that's a dead spot
Try to set me up boy you bet not
Trynna catch a case you gone end up wearing red sox
Feelin' hella fire like a matchbox really
I'm the shit like a motherfuckin cat box boy
Got these little rappers in a headlock
Put em with the deadstock
Hit em with a headshot (boom)
Got a little mama and her head hot
So I put it down on the ground that's a dead spot
Try to set me up boy you bet not
Trynna catch a case you gone end up wearing red sox
Feelin' hella fire like a matchbox really
I'm the shit like a motherfuckin cat box boy
Tattoos on her ass bout to walk in the exhibit
I don't want your love I just wanna come and hit it
Flyer than a dove with my niggas and we wit it
She gone tell her friends bring em over let's begin it
I ain't got the time cause my rolie isn't finished
Diamonds go around it like a rosie boy I'm winning
Keep a couple on me like a comma in a sentence
All these niggas hating but they momma in attendance
Keeping it a hunned got more sleepers than a nap
Running to the money in the city doing laps
I ain't even sweatin' got my people in the back
I'm the humble one with hunned ones up in the stack
They be talking shit but they could never smell the stack
Keep my circle small like a cheerio intact
Hate when I be dropping but you miss me when I lack
Niggas at a loss when I step on the mat
Be the realest in it you're a puppet to my game
Said you were a savage but you duckin' in my lane
Killing niggas freely I don't really feel the pain
Call your niggas buddies while I call my niggas gang
Bed size California king like I am
Say he taking over like disease cause I am
Spread the money out and wave it on me like a fan
Haters getting jelly but they play it like a jam
Treat me what I'm worth I'm a five star nigga
I'm the main course you the side bar nigga
You be in the coupes I'm in fly cars nigga
You a rated M, I'm a type R nigga
I ain't got no limits I don't even see the stars
Claiming that you got it I don't even see the bars
Niggas breaking even I don't even see the pars
Walk it like I talk it I don't even need the cars
Back then we was on the pack
High sipping on the hen getting loose feeling mad fly
Niggas come around trynna clown and I ask why
Probably cause I'm round and them niggas really down five
Pick one on your own size I'm a heavy weight
Niggas featherweight I blow a hole into ya fate
Niggas say they real but the real is only fake
Niggas featherweight I put a hole into ya face, bitch
Peeping out the rear view niggas ain't shit
Popped off now they wanna get in lane six
These days I don't wanna share what I get
Popped off like Adderall now I'm lit
These days I don't even know what I become
These days I can never tell you where I'm from
These days I be on the freeway giving niggas leeway
Just to get ahead of em and some
Last week I was I was kicking shit off for the month
Last week I was benihana for the lunch
Last week if you thought you had me
I can rest assure that you lying to yourself and you dumb
I be trynna feel what they say but I'm numb
Hungry for the bread I just started with a crumb
I just got a check call it Nike where I'm from
Shoutout to the souls that'll like me when I'm done
I just put in work need receipts when I'm done
Hop on the stage I'm releasing the fun
Bad bitch wanna a get a piece of the funds
Back in this bitch hoping she don't run
I just put in work need receipts when I'm done
Hop on the stage I'm releasing the fun
Bad bitch wanna a get a piece of the funds
Back in this bitch hoping she don't run
Yeah, LOCS... yuh
King of this shit, don't forget that
Yeah
I aint wanna do it but I had to
Coming at ya head like some motherfuckin' cantu boy
You was supposed to make it but you past due now
You be the last dude doing what you can't do boy
I ain't even see it when you crack dude
But I saw you running hella fast like a track dude boy
Running through to the money call it fast food
Get it with my own smoke I don't wanna match you boy
Who the realest in it boy it gotta be him
He wanted to flex they knew it when they spotted the Benz
He wanna be next they knew it when he got up again
They wanted to press but he'll hoppin' over defense
They wanted to see cause he be hanging out at the beach
The haters be fine its special when they talking to me
I might put a milli on em just to bargain the peace
Try to test a motherfucka watch the bargain increase
Got these little rappers in a headlock
Put em with the deadstock
Hit em with a headshot (boom)
Got a little mama and her head hot
So I put it down on the ground that's a dead spot
Try to set me up boy you bet not
Trynna catch a case you gone end up wearing red sox
Feelin' hella fire like a matchbox really
I'm the shit like a motherfuckin cat box boy
Got these little rappers in a headlock
Put em with the deadstock
Hit em with a headshot (boom)
Got a little mama and her head hot
So I put it down on the ground that's a dead spot
Try to set me up boy you bet not
Trynna catch a case you gone end up wearing red sox
Feelin' hella fire like a matchbox really
I'm the shit like a motherfuckin cat box boy
Tattoos on her ass bout to walk in the exhibit
I don't want your love I just wanna come and hit it
Flyer than a dove with my niggas and we wit it
She gone tell her friends bring em over let's begin it
I ain't got the time cause my rolie isn't finished
Diamonds go around it like a rosie boy I'm winning
Keep a couple on me like a comma in a sentence
All these niggas hating but they momma in attendance
Keeping it a hunned got more sleepers than a nap
Running to the money in the city doing laps
I ain't even sweatin' got my people in the back
I'm the humble one with hunned ones up in the stack
They be talking shit but they could never smell the stack
Keep my circle small like a cheerio intact
Hate when I be dropping but you miss me when I lack
Niggas at a loss when I step on the mat
Be the realest in it you're a puppet to my game
Said you were a savage but you duckin' in my lane
Killing niggas freely I don't really feel the pain
Call your niggas buddies while I call my niggas gang
Bed size California king like I am
Say he taking over like disease cause I am
Spread the money out and wave it on me like a fan
Haters getting jelly but they play it like a jam
Treat me what I'm worth I'm a five star nigga
I'm the main course you the side bar nigga
You be in the coupes I'm in fly cars nigga
You a rated M, I'm a type R nigga
I ain't got no limits I don't even see the stars
Claiming that you got it I don't even see the bars
Niggas breaking even I don't even see the pars
Walk it like I talk it I don't even need the cars
Back then we was on the pack
High sipping on the hen getting loose feeling mad fly
Niggas come around trynna clown and I ask why
Probably cause I'm round and them niggas really down five
Pick one on your own size I'm a heavy weight
Niggas featherweight I blow a hole into ya fate
Niggas say they real but the real is only fake
Niggas featherweight I put a hole into ya face, bitch
Peeping out the rear view niggas ain't shit
Popped off now they wanna get in lane six
These days I don't wanna share what I get
Popped off like Adderall now I'm lit
These days I don't even know what I become
These days I can never tell you where I'm from
These days I be on the freeway giving niggas leeway
Just to get ahead of em and some
Last week I was I was kicking shit off for the month
Last week I was benihana for the lunch
Last week if you thought you had me
I can rest assure that you lying to yourself and you dumb
I be trynna feel what they say but I'm numb
Hungry for the bread I just started with a crumb
I just got a check call it Nike where I'm from
Shoutout to the souls that'll like me when I'm done
I just put in work need receipts when I'm done
Hop on the stage I'm releasing the fun
Bad bitch wanna a get a piece of the funds
Back in this bitch hoping she don't run
I just put in work need receipts when I'm done
Hop on the stage I'm releasing the fun
Bad bitch wanna a get a piece of the funds
Back in this bitch hoping she don't run
Yeah, LOCS... yuh
King of this shit, don't forget that
Yeah
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