Lyrics

Put your hands in the air for Cardec I'ma get this, get this, cook it in an instant Yeah, they call, they want all my attention If you don't get the whole picture, take a candid Young lil hitta stickin' to the vision I got this ice on my chain, dirt on my name Rose from the thorns while I'm growin' through the game 44 when I spray, jiggle with the clip I can't put my pride aside, I'm never gettin' hip I'm never goin' 0 for 9, I got that ultralight Y'all creep like poltergeist, my God been ghost to life Yeah, I'm so ocean-like I take a swim in all that sauce Ain't no cap, get it twisted, pop it off, ooh All the team get the win and the rings tho All this drift on that off, need a raincoat Mama said, "Make the goal what you aim for" You don't rhyme for the folks, you arrange clothes Ayy, And that's word on my life (Yeah, yeah, that's word) Don't you come and try to mess up my night (Don't you ever try to do it) I've been scheming, gotta plan and devise (Yeah, yeah, I gotta plan) You know I'm free, I had to cut off some ties I'ma get this, get this, cook it in an instant Yeah, they call, yeah, they want all my attention If you don't get the whole picture, take a candid Young lil hitta stickin' to the vision I'ma get this, get this, cook it in an instance Yeah, they call, yeah, they want all my attention If you don't get the whole picture, take a candid Young lil hitta stickin' to the vision Huh, yeah Honor God with my entourage Indie tribe, LLC, and I'm Michael Scott, heh Kinda holy water, you could call it Voss Center stage in Atlanta, watch me lean and rock I might have a couple exes, wanna see me drop If I die, I'm a legend, I don't see the prob If I die, I'm in heaven, I'ma be with God In the sky with the twelve, I don't mean the law Yeah, please approach the tribe with some caution Yeah, all my homies top 10 and not 10 Yeah, lil baby run the business, call her Pepper Potts Or I might call her Mary, 'cause she poppin' Yeah, she poppin', yeah, almonds in my coffee, yeah Airin' like I'm Jordan, boardin' I went just like Rodman, yeah Death is just a comma, I be calm off in my coffin, yeah Pillow in my casket, I'm a zombie with a callin', yeah I'ma get this, get this, cook it in an instant Yeah, they call, yeah, they want all my attention If you don't get the whole picture, take a candid Young lil hitta stickin' to the vision I'ma get this, get this, cook it in an instance Yeah, they call, yeah, they want all my attention If you don't get the whole picture, take a candid Young lil hitta stickin' to the vision Put your hands in the air for Cardec
Writer(s): Dylan Phillips, Jacob Cardec, Byron Juane Grisson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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