Caddy ft. Tre$o & Thirty2 Lyrics

I just gave her the addy, Pull up in that Caddy

She taste just like candy, Amazing

I fuck that bitch on that gang shit

Don't run up on me with that lame shit

Yeah my brothers are with me, We pull up with blickys

You say the wrong words then we spray shit

I got some brothers that Haitian, You don't want to mess with me

Stop all that talking, We about that action

Oh I'm loading up the clip

Yeah me and my brothers, Yeah we never lacking

Hollow-tips all in your ribs

Oooo, Oooo

The Chopper go Doo-Doo-Dooo

We run on your crew-oo-ooo

I won't tell if you gonna shoot

Woah

Shorty want link up and smoke all my gas

But babe I'm too high so I think you should pass

I'm in the whip with a rockstar bitch, I'm a popstar bitch, I'ma load that clip

These phonies be gassed when I roll them in spliffs

And I'll sell your body, you deadstock bitch

We making them lit like a deuce in a faygo

But why would I fight you my glock get the KO

They talking about beef I treat that shit like kale

Playing triple X, In the Caddy XL

Got the addy she out in Calabasas

Escalade blowing down all the traffic

Told her I'm about to go to the studio, We in Hollywood but I want that action

Because I got to have it yeah

She make it bounce like a rabbit yeah

I spit that shit like a dragon walk in my shoes bet it feel like I'm mad at ya

In the Caddy can't imagine where the hell I'd be, If I weren't rapping yeah

Now I'm only fucking with models, She cannot touch me if she don't own fashion yeah

That shit tragic yeah

She just gave me the addy, Pull up in that Caddy

She taste just like candy, Amazing

Yeah I fuck that bitch on that gang shit

Don't run up on me with that lame shit

I got my brothers they with me, We pull up with blickys

You say the wrong words then we spray shit

And I got some brothers that Haitian, You don't want to mess with me

Stop all that talking, We about that action

Oh I'm loading up the clip

Yeah me and my brothers, Yeah we never lacking

Hollow-tips all in your ribs

Oooo, Oooo

The Chopper go Doo-Doo-Dooo

We run on your crew-oo-ooo

I won't tell if you gonna shoot

I ain't really with all that chit-chat

Chopper go, hit back

She got them tunes and I call her ass Looney

Take her ass home and we making a movie

Like Uhh, hit her like Uhh, hit her like uhh, hit her like

She feeling her pain, she feeling the night

I'm off of these pills like all the time

He don't want smoke he not front line

When I'm with my bros, and we outside

We want a bankroll

We cannot chase hoes

A four in the faygo

Girl I can't lay low