Dorreace Da Loon - Caked Up

I heard niggas hating cause a young nigga caked up
I can take your hoe
Cause bitch i'm too player
I don't give out handouts baby, I can't do no favors
Bitch I'm dripping flavor
Honchos in the safe... Yeah

Fuck her like we mad
Your little baby call me dad... Yeah
Beat her cause she bad
Billy Jean, Michael Jackson
Chase after me a bag
Unlike you, I ain't going out bad... Yeah
Nigga fuck what you said... Yeah
One shot to the head... Yeah

Paid
Keep a bankroll
Everything I say go
Fucking with my mexican plug
Every since I been counting pesos
Thirty shots to your head
Better play dead... We shoot dracos
Young nigga, But I don't play though
Fuck up the money, That play dough
Young rich nigga came from poverty
Now I own properties
And you sitting right here lying to me
Like you going to ride for me
1300, Rep my set
Know they'll die for me; Yeah
Up that iron for me
For the cash my nigga will do time for me

Damn... kept it real bro
You the one I kill for
Chopper make hill toe
Pop you like this seal hoe
To the bank
Stuff a couple racks in the safe
Pussy boy better stay safe
No I ain't playing
Real shooter riding with the K
Pulling up shoot shit in broad day
Ride around town with a stainless piece
Yea i'm the man, Got them bands on me
Got her blowing, She fanning me
Teeth all gold no cavities
Got that gwopp on me
Know I keep that glock on me

Got to keep that strap, Nah honestly; Cause

I heard niggas hating cause a young nigga caked up
I can take your hoe
Cause bitch i'm too player
I don't give out handouts baby, I can't do no favors
Bitch I'm dripping flavor
Honchos in the safe... Yeah

Fuck her like we mad
Your little baby call me dad... Yeah
Beat her cause she bad
Billy Jean, Michael Jackson
Chase after me a bag
Unlike you, I ain't going out bad... Yeah
Nigga fuck what you said... Yeah
One shot to the head... Yeah

Yeah... Yeah, Yeah
One shot leave a nigga dead right
Yeah... Yeah
Ain't no purp, we sipping on red tonight
Yeah
Turn around for me girl let me see that ass like
Yeah... baby got back right
Shaking ass shawty living that fast life

Flex
Stayed down now i'm up next, So a nigga can't tell me shit
Yeah little bitch
No you can't tell me shit
Came up off of hitting them licks

Yeah... Licks
Still hitting licks after licks
Save all the shake, swerving brick after brick
Hustle all day, Count it up in the morning
Fuck the gang unit, All my niggas wanted

I heard niggas hating cause a young nigga caked up
I can take your hoe
Cause bitch i'm too player
I don't give out handouts baby, I can't do no favors
Bitch I'm dripping flavor
Honchos in the safe... Yeah

Fuck her like we mad
Your lil baby call me dad... Yeah
Beat her cause she bad
Billy Jean, Michael Jackson
Chase after me a bag
Unlike you, I ain't going out bad... Yeah
Nigga fuck what you said... Yeah
One shot to the head... Yeah

Nigga fuck what you said... Yeah
One shot to the head... Yeah
What you say?... Yeah
One shot to the head... Yeah

Written by:
Kennya Tremble II

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