Текст песни
1, 2, 3 niggas blowin weed in my cadillac
Pull a 4-5, think you smokin me in my cadillac
Fuck yo side, yall don't wanna see me in my cadillac
6789, 9 millimeet in my cadillac
Gone BLOW DAT BITCH
WE DON'T budge WHEN WE HIT LICKS
3-4 POUNDS I JUST MIGHT SMOKE
MY STRESS DISORDER DON'T GIVE ME HOPE
Fuck you niggas
Black on black eye might fuck dis whip up
Know im strapped, im solo killa
Bitch please, suck slow as lean
I'a neva miss so it's fuck a beam
Trill niggas gone creep lone
Plenty women keep da leash long
Neva limits, better pay attention
When in mississippi bitch da king home!
Try sum, bitch fye sum!
If we catch yours we a line sum
Spend to da krib smoke pines up
Run ours up!
1, 2, 3 niggas blowin weed in my cadillac
Pull da 4-5, think you smokin meee in my cadillac
Fuck yo side, yall don't wanna see meee in my cadillac
6789, 9 millimeet in my cadillac
Cadillac tunes
Fuck is we at hoe im back in that mood
Cold in the black truck im catching the flu
Rappers is actors im actually kuberek
Back in the black like im ye acting stupid
Taxing a goofy
For asking me clueless
Slide through the catcher
Aint tagging the movement
Stacking the blue chips
Too much cashapp
Could I just wire you?
Do they make a drop top IQ?
Bald head cauillou
Slide roof
Drive right by you
Niggacouldn't do this shit a year ago mind you
Tell me how time move
Never on that side
I don't need to ride
I'll have Los come find you
Nigga this Cadillac music
How to rap rubric
How to act stupid
Back in that movement
(Hold up, Do it)
Body to body I guess it depends
Body to body she tossed me a friend