Lyrics:
a missin' tooth ahead of my time
But still in a league of my own
I tried to quit
But they just won't leave me alone
If you ain't got the right price
Stop
them 50 bottles got to go
See juice and gin used to be my friend from the begin
And now I'm just a player sipping sauce every now and then
To catch
Own it
It's yours
It's yours
Yours
You're still the one that I adore
Ain't much out there to have feelings for
Guess whose it is? Guess whose
them 50 bottles got to go
See juice and gin used to be my friend from the begin
And now I'm just a player sipping sauce every now and then
To catch
I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with
miller beer kegs
Blood in my cabinet, ears in my closet
Watchin the raptors play the houston rockets
With your arms in the freezer I grab a icicle
Ooo
Saved by the bell
Skip every class in school
Never read a book
Cuz I write my own rules
Never met a bitch
That didn't come in twos
Pill bottle Pill
Skrt off in my city Kawasaki (Kawasaki)
Skrt off in my city like a rocket (Like a rocket)
You was tryna talk no walkie talkie (No walkie talkie)
Still leave these sucka ass niggas in Hearses
By the way, I finally sucked my own dick
Leggo!
Snap
Live from my grandmama's basement
Camp Crystal Lake,
Driving cadillacs through the atl
Trying to make it to heaven
So I'm going through hell
Nobody knows my pain
So my cup is full
I'm trying
rocket fuel so let the takeoff begin
6 O'clock Friday night and I'm finishing my shift
But the weekend's just beginning time for sipping getting pissed
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
granted on my own
So throw ya hands up in the air and lets go take this chorus home
Grab a bottle
(Grab a bottle)
Throw it up
(Throw it up)
Hit em wit that
Catholic school kid
Idolizing
Drug Dealers
On the corner
Cadillac dreams
North face extreme
Timberland
Gerbaud jeans
Weed
By the ounces
Stuffed in my pockets
of the blueberry, big bottle of Tito's
Count the plaques on the wall, like I sang for The Beatles
Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gabel
Tony
of the blueberry, big bottle of Titos
Count the plaques on the wall, like I sing for the Beatles
Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gabel
Tony
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
I'm getting by
spit
Speak my own slang-uage
Still I am the real-iest
Surrounded by Ciroc but your boy sipping Hennesey
Loves is a hospital and I was born in V.I.P.
in a car
She was so full of love that I allmost whacked
Oh, oh, what a Cadillac
Oh, oh, what a Cadillac
SOLO
Now she's here by my side
She's my joy
that love was the one thing money couldn't buy
Daddy never was the Cadillac kind
It took a while but now I'm grown
I've settled down with kids of my own
and deposit
Hop in the coupe, we gone like a rocket
We poppin' bottles
Snatchin' models
Hunnid thousand to yo face
It's full throttle
Crib colossal
On my
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
rings on my pinky toes (toes)
Candy paint on my Cadillac (lac)
Who the fuck want to battle rap (rap)
Believe me you don't have a chance (chance)
I come
timeouts in a rocket can't be grounded
My ship it start to thicken up from all the ounces
By day I drip like this
Rosé got hits like this
Get this lettuce I
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