Lyrics:
Paper up, double pumpin', BIG, where's the loot? (loot, loot)
It ain't safe, it ain't safe
Mil' in cash in the safe
French vanilla by the case
Fuck
some stackz yea
I just want to build me up some racks and free my dawgs out the cane ay
While 10 dirty bitches tryna workin me yea
Feel the breeze put
Got a black fifty cal this bitch many men
I'm fucking her long ain't no minute man
Got Dior on my shoes this bitch cost a band
They tell me they love me
it's heartless, I've gotta get deadbeat loose
The Luger's rain, man, ain't nothing but purp bitch
That's the cane clan, they ain't nothing to fuck with
Old rockin' chair's got me
(Old rocking chair got you, father)
Cane by my side
(Your cane by your side)
Fetch me that gin, son
(I ain't got no
At the crib counting my bands
Ain't no stopping me I come up like I rose from the ground
I be building myself up, I'm going pound for pound and it's so crazy
I been played for some dimes and acorns
Watch your feet that's claymore
Find me blind man's cane sure
Best make sure your flag ain't torn
Let snakes
Hunnit bands
Hunnit sticks
Hunnit bands
Hunnit sticks
Ballin hard with no assist
I'm with the mob hittin licks
Hunnit bands
Hunnit sticks
I got
nigga imma take it by the grain
Other niggas ain't able so I call these niggas cane
In the booth these niggas Venom but in real life they just Bane
I'm just chillin the west coast
With the big booties yeah we flex those
And we stay fresh got the mentos
Nah we ain't smoking on no menthols
Quavo
my slang
She want to fuck, better fuck with the gang
Hit, might bang yeah, we cooking up
We ain't cooking no Canes
When I'm off a 4 nigga we let it
not vegetarian
I got kicked out by the librarian
You'd think I was livin' a fairytale but this not
I wake up, and I bet it's real
I'm a big shark, No
rush running through my veins
I done been they the most predicaments but it ain't gone change the way I think
I'll rather walk side by side with you till
ain't no rules when you in this game
There's ten laws to the game nigga be raised by 'em all
Get ya respect on at all times nigga hustle 'til ya ball
My cane by my side, (Yes, your cane by your side)
Now fetch me a little gin, son (ain't got no gin, father)
What? 'Fore I tan your hide, now, (you're
hungry you know they coming to get food
I stays above it by playing some of the best tunes
I know my lane don't play wit cane we ain't the best dudes
flop
My cane by my side, (Yes, your cane by your side)
Now fetch me a little gin, son (Ain't got no gin, father)
What? 'fore I tan your hide, now, (You're
Mary the jane it help the pain but no extra shit
I need a cane I got the range but no Stephen wrist
I am insane the Jane is plain ain't no checking him
Ugh
You gon' feel my exclamation point I blow by you
You soprano, I'm falsetto bitch I blow by you
This some T up shit you bogus you got no talent
dame games
Came from bane
To a changed man
No cane thang
Refrain from gang bang
Slang a praying brain
Reigns family fame
Then came pain
Say hello
got bands I got bands bitch you better back up
Ain't that funny
That bitch want my money
Just give that honey
She is gonna feel me in her tummy
Nah I'm
brick you get hit with the Mac
She suck like a tick cause I'm sharp as a tack
Leading this shit cause I start in the back
No he ain't got racks ain't no
How the hell I catch a cold in the summer
Not the type to quit legit let's keep on going I ain't no punter
How you think I built this shit I'm
cash up
Nigga you ain't got no back up, you should back up
All the hoes say I'm handsome, I got my bands up
I got bands, now my head up for a ransom
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