Caddy

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