Cadillacs & Chevys

Lyrics

Yeah
 Roc N Mayne what up man
 What we gone do on this shit right here
 I'mma come up with a fly ass I really ain't gone say shit on the verses
 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, muthafucker I'm Jason
 Illuminati membership card, Free Mason
 Naw literally free my homeboy Mason
 Freebasing, be patient, that's what they telling me
 Party for my nigga, Ned, he just beat a felony
 That be that good shit, my nigga Dizzy mailing me
 Lean got a nigga on cruz like Penelope
 Need therapy, stressed, don't worry me
 Big dick Benton, AKA, Ron Jeremy
 When you give me brains, handle my dick carefully
 Who the fuck care to be the loser, bitch marry me
 Suit & Tie shit like Timberlake
 I fuck you and then I put your dead body in a lake
 Eliminate, disintegrate, sipping on gin and lemonade
 Bitch I been a renegade, way before Em and Jay
 Whores sick of hearing 'bout Jarren like Kevin Gates
 I put a wack rapper on a dinner plate
 I penetrate a nigga with ninja blade
 I'm 7: 30 whipping in a 10 to 8
 I'll be there in a minute bitch you finna wait
 Lil' Debbie nigga, yeah we getting cake
 Drunk driver whipping on the interstate
 My girl say her period is really late
 I got a home abortion kit, we finna get it straight
 Just kidding bitch, good news, that's great!
 I hope the president don't bring the fucking AK
 My shit wasn't registered anyway
 And that's ice cubes, fuck niggas like you!
 Some of my niggas sell dope
 Some of my niggas, they broke
 Some of my niggas smoke weed
 Some of my niggas snort coke
 Some of my niggas, they made it
 Some of my niggas they won't
 Regardless y'all my niggas, we gone roll
 Just like Cadillacs and Chevys
 Cadillacs & Chevys (Yeah!) x7
 Snap
 Yeah, they say I sound like Eminem
 Mr. 3K, yall ain't a fan of him
 Your hoes swing from my balls like a pendulum
 If you don't like 'em my nigga get rid of them!
 Gon' get to killing them
 I'll help ya hide the bodies, I ain't feeling them
 I'm high like helium
 I'm trying to gross one billion, my kicks reptilian
 I'm tryna fuck Christina Milli-an!
 Or Millian, phenomenon, I ain't tripping I'll even fuck Chaka Khan
 With nothing but a stocking on, y'all niggas ain't eating like Ramadan
 You ain't bussin' not even with a hundred guns
 Fuck a fat bitch for a honey bun
 I'll fuck a nerd down at Comic-Con
 Never know the kind of shit that I be on
 You be hanging with the mighty kong (faggot)
 I be strangling the microphone, I used to play the xylophone
 Macaulay Culkin bitch yeah I brought along
 Yeah bitch I'm in the zone, yeah bitch I'm blowing strong
 I'm tryna get it like I'm Puffy Combs
 I'm tryna fuck and then she going home
 Top gun, welcome to the danger zone
 I'll stomp a niggas teeth out with Wranglers on
 Pussy ass nigga, gon' get your hating on
 And if you know the words bitch then sing-a-long!
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:06
Key
1
Tempo
88 BPM

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