Al Pacino

Caleb Cayee

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Caleb Cayee


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Yea i see em creepin what they bout though 
Boy I'll pull up with my migos that's my vatos
Want the money n that's what I'm here for 
We don't got no hearts tear your shit apart 

Shawty think i love her i don't need the b*tch 
Just please the b*tch 
Go and get the bag 
And now i need it flipped that cheese and sh*t 
N*ggas think it's sweet till they deceased n sh*t 
My homie pull up with that thang start shootin it don't lose his grip 
Better keep ya cool and sh*t 
N If i run up in ya crib better point to the sh*t
Cause if i gotta look for it ima lose my sh*t 
No I'm the type to go and talk and shit 
I just lay low and plot moves and take that sh*t 
And if a n*gga hatin on me i say thank you b*tch 
Take his b*tch treat em like a basic b*tch 
Better Pray i don't see you say your graces b*tch 
Flush the toilet on your ass you a piece of sh*t 
Take the henny to the face i don't chase that sh*t 
Boy All this came from nothing on my gwuapo sh*t 
I just get inside my bag and then i talk my sh*t 
Talk that shit get folded like a taco b*tch 
And He prolly plotting on me if he nervous and sh*t 
The 45 to his face will calm his nerves and sh*t 
Drunk as f*ck I'm in the whip I'm on my swervo sh*t 

Boy I ride out with the gang and sh*t 
I Slang the sh*t 
You hangin with them lames and sh*t 
Some basic sh*t 
Yea my sh*t slap shout out Jamison 
She Said she don't like the henny sip on Jamison 
I got b*tches on deck trynna plank the d*ck 
Get my nut off say thank you b*tch 
Won't date the b*tch 
Whippin in the kitchen on some cake and sh*t 
That dough boy got me feelin a baker b*tch 
And a dime and a penny can't mistake the b*tch 
I be coolin in my bag off the sh*ts with it 
And the b*tch you came with I'm finna dip with it 
I see you mad Watchu lookin for 
Never liked a little always wanted more 
White and black b*tches in a 3 some that's a fast smore
Say you in it for the money but you broke so Watchu in it for 
Went and copped the pizzle doubled back and then I made 4 
What the f*ck you talkin bout 
You n*ggas ain't on the route 
Say you bout the music 
But you n*ggas really chasin clout 
I understand the hustle and y'all really trynna make it out 
But trynna fit in get you did In we ain't in To that agh 

Yea i see em creepin what they bout though 
Boy I'll pull up with my migos that's my vatos
Want the money n that's what I'm here for 
We don't got no hearts tear your shit apart

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Written by: Caleb Cayee

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