Cadillac - Caskey

My homie from the Westside always scoop me in his Cadillac

Hunnid pounds of kush, yeah, officer, this for the cataracts

I be up in Bokey all the time, that’s where the savage at

Rap gon' make a million dollars, let me take a stab at that

Cruising through the Westside, I’m inside the Cadillac

She gon' suck your wallet dry, swear that she ain’t bad at that

Women tend to lie, when they lie to me, ain’t mad at that

I just got my baggage packed, looking for a show, eh — let me grab at that

So high in the City of Angels, think I’m at the summit

We out in Cali, I’m constantly blunted

Just ‘cause you got it don’t mean you should stunt it

A handful of hunnids don’t make you a hunnid

Folks do it all for the Gram, gotta see through the lines

Gotta learn how to tell

Gotta distinguish between the ones who want you down

And the ones who want see you prevail

No way I could fail, Baby just called me

Said, «Cas, when you come back, bring two hunnid bales»

I’m at the grow house in Cali

Like, «Yeah, I could do that, but is that to smoke or to sell?»

Wasn’t surprised when he said it was personal

We doing shatter and I grab the nail

I just taught Stunna how to take a dab

He said, «White people crazy as hell!»

Live up to my reputation, getting road head while I’m driving

She know it’s my meditation

And the way I’m looking at the competition

Y’all must really be on medication

They ain’t fucking with me and they know it

Went from a local dealer to a poet

Went from the Natty Ice to sippin' Moët

We ain’t finna blow it, don’t need your plug ‘cause we grow it

My homie from the Westside always scoop me in his Cadillac

Hunnid pounds of kush, yeah, officer, this for the cataracts

I be up in Bokey all the time, that’s where the savage at

Rap gon' make a million dollars, let me take a stab at that

Cruising through the Westside, I’m inside the Cadillac

She gon suck it while I drive, swear that she ain’t bad at that

Women tend to lie, when they lie to me, ain’t mad at that

I just got my baggage packed, looking for a show, eh — let me grab at that

Ever pop so much that you up for hours?

Feel like there’s cameras on all of the towers?

X made me fuck that girl like Austin Powers

Her pussy wet like we went in the shower

She fuck with my style (she fuck with my style!)

Don’t know when my plug gon' get back the Sours

Them my favorite type of flowers

I got no use for the kind that they throw in the aisles

Skrrt then I skrrt off, first off

We in love with money, not these bitches with they shirts off

My homie got the rock hard and the dirt soft

Ain’t shit sweet, he a star but he down to let the burst off

Hold up, wait.

That’s how I’ma kick the verse off

I brought change to the game but at times it can derail

God damn it, I guess everybody worst off

Vibe, he wasn’t supposed to slide

How is we gonna survive?

Bagging up the dope, can’t cope with the vibe

Praying to the Pope and you hopeless deprived, well I wrote this alive

Mixing my sin with the lean and I’m pouring codeine in the Sprite

Two hunnid Xans, I’ma serve 'em tonight

My homie from the Westside always scoop me in his Cadillac

Hunnid pounds of kush, yeah, officer, this for the cataracts

I be up in Bokey all the time, that’s where the savage at

Rap gon' make a million dollars, let me take a stab at that

Cruising through the Westside, I’m inside the Cadillac

She gon' suck your wallet dry, swear that she ain’t bad at that

Women tend to lie, when they lie to me, ain’t mad at that

I just got my baggage packed, looking for a show, eh — let me grab at that

Baby, we can go into the back seat of the Cadillac

Getting high, we floating through the sky up in the Cadillac

Serving everything in all the places that the savage at

Blowing out the kush, I know my haters really mad at that

Baby, we can go into the back seat of this Cadillac

Getting high, we floating through the sky up in this Cadillac

Serving everything in all the places that the savage at

Blowing out the kush, I know my haters really mad at that