Tactics
I'm gettin cash finally got racks
She seen my neck and got attached
I came a fuckin long way I aint goin back
Yeah my life's a dream
Feels like pure ecstasy
I do this shit with a passion
How I'm makin them moves its tactics
In my dms like "Cae you fantastic"
Hatin niggas be buggin be naggin
Pop a tesla I'm intergalactic
Your bitch she nasty like radish
These niggas be mad they aint have shit
Oh woah
(These niggas aint got no style dawg)
These niggas aint got no style dawg
My swag they stealin they count on
Put it in she says I'm mile long
But she said she hate me said I'm a outlaw
She tryna leave me alone but she can't even leave me lone
Oh I don't even know what to do
(Shit)
Plenty bad bitches can't chose
Said he want smoke now he askin for a truce
You must've heard what the gang really do
I love gettin high yeah I do
Do I love gettin fly yeah I do
Yeah your bitch love to ride yeah she do,
Ok why would I lie?
You know it's the truth
(You know it's the truth)
I'm gettin cash finally got racks
She seen my neck and got attached
I came a fuckin long way I aint goin back
Yeah my life's a dream
Feels like pure ecstasy
I do this shit with a passion
How I'm makin them moves its tactics
In my dms like "Cae you fantastic"
Hatin niggas be buggin be naggin
Pop a tesla I'm intergalactic
Your bitch she nasty like radish
These niggas be mad they aint have shit
She seen my neck and got attached
I came a fuckin long way I aint goin back
Yeah my life's a dream
Feels like pure ecstasy
I do this shit with a passion
How I'm makin them moves its tactics
In my dms like "Cae you fantastic"
Hatin niggas be buggin be naggin
Pop a tesla I'm intergalactic
Your bitch she nasty like radish
These niggas be mad they aint have shit
Oh woah
(These niggas aint got no style dawg)
These niggas aint got no style dawg
My swag they stealin they count on
Put it in she says I'm mile long
But she said she hate me said I'm a outlaw
She tryna leave me alone but she can't even leave me lone
Oh I don't even know what to do
(Shit)
Plenty bad bitches can't chose
Said he want smoke now he askin for a truce
You must've heard what the gang really do
I love gettin high yeah I do
Do I love gettin fly yeah I do
Yeah your bitch love to ride yeah she do,
Ok why would I lie?
You know it's the truth
(You know it's the truth)
I'm gettin cash finally got racks
She seen my neck and got attached
I came a fuckin long way I aint goin back
Yeah my life's a dream
Feels like pure ecstasy
I do this shit with a passion
How I'm makin them moves its tactics
In my dms like "Cae you fantastic"
Hatin niggas be buggin be naggin
Pop a tesla I'm intergalactic
Your bitch she nasty like radish
These niggas be mad they aint have shit
Credits
Writer(s): Cae Cayson
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