You Fw the Caine
I'm knowing when we standing at the spig shit a get hot
Feel it getting critical I'm laying on the block
A thief only lesson is his fingers getting chopped
I know that niggas hate me I expect for em to plot
Niggas only mad cause my bag still going
When I'm outside both mags be poking
They can't catch us out it be fast in a stolen
Margiela on the sneaks bitches act like we bowling
Brodie told you niggas act foul at they lowest
Cut niggas off they in the grass we den mowed it
It's a different feeling when them phones unloading
It's a different feeling with a bitch who ain't hoeing
I think I just bagged something brown with the braces
If I leave I know she gone cry tears like I maced her
I hit the pussy good and knock her out like Frazier
Feel like she addicted to the dick like I laced her
Every time my brothers got locked they show papers
He ain't aid a thang know the game like we made it
Flavors, serve em in a portion like some layers
We got the coldest cut, like we serving out tapers
Caine got sauce, I be dripping like water
Raise yo son right cause Ill kill bout my daughter
Shit major a big deal I'm working with a monster
shit rub me wrong I can't hold back my posture
The world see a Nigga going crazy like a mad man
Blew it all feeling like I mapped out a bad plan
Fucking with some hams damn near put me in a sad jam
Made a lot money off the people gotta thank Sam
Life a bad show like a sequel to a movie
Shit change, niggas think they know me cause they knew me
Learn to get use to the caine this the new me
If you like fans leave a Nigga come with groupies
A Nigga come with motion, lames come with nothing
Make me laugh to see niggas with burners who don't smoke shit
Catch a bag or drown in a river you don't want shit
Know they mad we catching every wave and they ain't on shit
I Pulled 6k out the stash cause it rain
You pull out lil 20s just to flash on yo page
Can't repeat the shit enough me and y'all ain't the same
My legacy gone live while I'm dead in a grave
Niggas ain't official I can't vouch he ain't paid
He ain't a valid Nigga ain't no play cause I'm made
Only roll with 4 niggas never call they ass gang
Cause niggas fucked up when they stop fucking with the caine Nigga
Feel it getting critical I'm laying on the block
A thief only lesson is his fingers getting chopped
I know that niggas hate me I expect for em to plot
Niggas only mad cause my bag still going
When I'm outside both mags be poking
They can't catch us out it be fast in a stolen
Margiela on the sneaks bitches act like we bowling
Brodie told you niggas act foul at they lowest
Cut niggas off they in the grass we den mowed it
It's a different feeling when them phones unloading
It's a different feeling with a bitch who ain't hoeing
I think I just bagged something brown with the braces
If I leave I know she gone cry tears like I maced her
I hit the pussy good and knock her out like Frazier
Feel like she addicted to the dick like I laced her
Every time my brothers got locked they show papers
He ain't aid a thang know the game like we made it
Flavors, serve em in a portion like some layers
We got the coldest cut, like we serving out tapers
Caine got sauce, I be dripping like water
Raise yo son right cause Ill kill bout my daughter
Shit major a big deal I'm working with a monster
shit rub me wrong I can't hold back my posture
The world see a Nigga going crazy like a mad man
Blew it all feeling like I mapped out a bad plan
Fucking with some hams damn near put me in a sad jam
Made a lot money off the people gotta thank Sam
Life a bad show like a sequel to a movie
Shit change, niggas think they know me cause they knew me
Learn to get use to the caine this the new me
If you like fans leave a Nigga come with groupies
A Nigga come with motion, lames come with nothing
Make me laugh to see niggas with burners who don't smoke shit
Catch a bag or drown in a river you don't want shit
Know they mad we catching every wave and they ain't on shit
I Pulled 6k out the stash cause it rain
You pull out lil 20s just to flash on yo page
Can't repeat the shit enough me and y'all ain't the same
My legacy gone live while I'm dead in a grave
Niggas ain't official I can't vouch he ain't paid
He ain't a valid Nigga ain't no play cause I'm made
Only roll with 4 niggas never call they ass gang
Cause niggas fucked up when they stop fucking with the caine Nigga
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Writer(s): Damarco Gardner
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