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Cayo

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Mmh, man look, I'm getting real sick and tired of this shit
I ain't had no- I ain't had no (Aw, yeah, top chef cooked this shit up) chance to go like this In a minute
(In a minute, what's up?)
Mmh, look
(Roh)
Yeah!
Bitch, I come swerving out inside that coupe (Skrrt!)
Bitch, ain't no mask when we ride through (Bah, bah)
Bitch, we be hanging outside of the roof (For real!)
Bitch, ion' care about you or your crew (On god)
Kia ride, we been swerving through corners
Say it's smoke, say less, we up on it
Two hits, there goes the opponent
Cap rap, fake trap you just phony
My cousin said "Nana'd be good on the stove"
Back to back he just been beating on hoes
Heard of a robbery niggas had stole
Swear if I see them you know it's on go
And I know that I do not own a pole
Shit it don't matter got family fasho' (Grrahh)
Think I'm alone then you fucking mistaken
They'll go crazy, leave you on the pavement
All about me, niggas know that I been getting cheese
Peeping how these niggas moving so green, (F*ck, you!) just to get put on top a tee
Say it's a signal, you know that we for it
We lay down the law we enforce it
Straight out the four bitch you know that we torch it (Big four)
Oppa' caught lacking, we meet 'em, and beat 'em, we scorin'
I feel like a hotshot I'm feeling like curry (Swish!)
They wanted me dead and they wanted me buried
But bitch I'm still standing and I'm in a hurry
To get to the bread boy it's up in a hurry (Up in a hurry)
Uh, you is one dumb bitch, uh
If you think that I don't got an oppa' cause I'm rich, uh
Nike with Supreme, and plus the Polo for the fit, uh
Watch that's on my wrist, uh, tik, uh, tok (Tok!)
All these diamonds dance, uhn, wrist, uhn, rock (Rock!)
My city get lit when they, drop (Drop!), an opp (An opp!)
Don't ever put me up inside of that shit
I'm way too good to be known for a diss
You know big three, steadying carrying fifths
You know Lil Chan, steady sending a blitz
You know LTR steady getting them racks
I'll stomp a dyke, leave her ass on the grass (For real!)
Eway, know I'm ready to smash
Either way, leave they ass in the past
Jay drive, don't crash, the ride
FaceTime, give me face, for time
Can't touch, not me, or mines
Fake lies, still truth disguised
BMW, for the whip or the car
Big bank, count stacks, tomorrow
Your love, now could I borrow
Weird bitch, left me in sorrow
Do 'em dirty, get 'em beat by the mall
Thick one, knocked down her walls
Mouse trap, no cheese for y'all
Microphone, while I record
Mmm, they gon do whatever I say
Mmm, I don't got a side just got a main
Mmm, I don't got a thing just got my gang
Mmm, open the compartment see the flame mmm
Bah, bah, I don't rock with you, or you, or you (Bitch)
They can have her, I don't need her
I just need my fucking booth
You shell up out yo' mind if you do think that I'll give to dude (For real)
I don't give a damn, I'll be the only one who tell the truth

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