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I got intruders they ride in a troop
I got some shooters they aim at your dome
Fuck on your bitch she gon choke on my cock Never catch me lacking
act
Don't go handing over keys to your pink Cadillac
Just like papa told ya
Bate the hook and cast
If you don't like the fish you catch
Throw it
they thought I didn’t have a chance, have a chance
Niggas thought they was gon catch me while I’m gone
But bitch I’m back and shining just like
Cadillacs
Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
himself
Stitched by Dapper Dan, oh man with the gun in hand
I leave your blood squirting
No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt
on the country miles in his Cadillac.
I can tell by the way you smile, he is rolling back.
Come wash the nighttime clean, come grow the scorched ground green.
set dip like Killa Cam
No pick and choose, catch a opp like Pikachu, get dropped like a deuce
Lil' nigga, I'm grown, better watch your tone, you
can't catch a break
Your love is my drug
I need it everyday
Yeah I need you
And I need you every single night
It's always passing by
Time don't stop not
hear your neck pop
Deadman mafia
Corpse gangsta
I cruise in the fucking matte black Cadillac
Got my gun out, wearing balaclava
Motherfucker you're about
to get a job at the one-stop
Cuz y'all tried to go pop
But your catalog lacks
While I tour coast to coast in a black Cadillac
Smack the cataract off
it to another route
Make it slow, for no doubt
Me and you, let the backseat air out
Call my bluff, your eyes, I blackout
Stop sign, hold up, lemme look
your girl went down an sucked ma dick
Done things that you can't dream
Ain't got the balls, me I went full steam
Picadilly picked up, came by train
Ain't
You got the Prada boots on suede hitting your thigh
Acting like my chrome twenties ain't catching your eye
Sometimes I slow down catch the ass in
Perc' just to relax, throw a lotta money, a lotta racks
Stop by Jeffery, get real CC's (let's go)
Pull out packs in the trap, let's beat
Jumped in
form to be this blessed by the lord's force
And still do the devil's chores
I catch the air jordan in, any sport
Any sanatorium or morgue can't hold
by 4
Believe, if I catch him, bet you the hoe gon' go
See me with (?), you ain't gon' see the hoe no more
They love when I talk that shit
Roll
Guatemalan, I don't speak no Dutch
Riding in a Cadillac, you know I can never lack
Always pistol packing, never lacking
Yeah, I shoot my shot like I'm LeBron
behind
It's been a long time since we rode the highway one
The guitars in the backseat, seatbelts on
Watch the speed limit, we're on a stolen car
Beware
Yes, I did it on my own, with no help
Yes, I do it all alone, by myself
Bitch, I never needed no one, got no help
Said I do it all alone, by myself
I'm getting lethal with these nice lines
Creeping through your speakers
Catch you sleeping like a thief of in the nighttime
Young Doms, none of you
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
high heeled shoes
Let you strut your stuff by the House of Blues
Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise
"Are you my pimp?"
Oh dear God don't
Dominoes
Eat beats by the sample slice got me feeling nice
Get stuck in your head like ticks or lice when I'm ripping mics
Parasites get checked like
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
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