CARDi

Pina Colada up in my Wawa cup, yessuh That's that CARDi, that's that CARDi bitch That's that CARDi, that's that CARDi bitch That's that CARDi, that's that CARDi bitch That's that CARDi, that's that CARDi bitch I put the roof down on it, so I can catch a breeze I'm always thinking of something that'll help set me free But I'mma keep it a hundred, there's always somewhere else I'd rather be I always see this shit coming these problems never seem to let me be Tell me how the fuck we got to here from where we started I don't feel the love so do not blame me for departing I don't feel no trust or anything to anybody, told yaaa Don't be offended if I end up saying sorry But nah that's bullshit, them people full of it they never let me breathe They try to pull the victim card when you're the one who got deceived Shout goes out to pop and all the family who be loving me Life can get pretty craZ I also keep my buds with me Yeah you live and you learn, and you learn to let go I stay ten toes, I'm not tryna be the person they know 'Cause bitch I really be hoping that the shit that we dreaming Turns to reality, it's mad B3 can make it look easy Bitch it's good intentions, bad decisions, that's what it consists of Never showing weakness, leave them speechless like they bankrupt These people showing fake love and they blowing smoke like hookah I just live for paystubs, toking rollies when I put the I put the roof down on it, so I can catch a breeze I'm always thinking of something that'll help set me free But I'mma keep it a hundred, there's always somewhere else I'd rather be I always see this shit coming these problems never seem to let me be Fuck Fuck We gon' get it cracking girl, what a night, what a night, what a night Aye Von, von Huh Opps are lookin' act crip Fuck you talkin' bout bitch ass Stop playing with me on fo'nem grave They acting gangsta, stop playin' we ain't playin' We ain't playin' We ain't playin' We living to the fullest, ah Imma sip this liquor like it's tea, that shit hit like Mikey T I don't text stupid bitches, stupid bitches text me Got an ounce, purple tree, we roll it and set free I don't talk about the drama, the drama's about me Sip this liquor like it's tea, that shit hit like Mikey T I don't text stupid bitches, stupid bitches text me Got an ounce, purple tree, we roll it and set free Controlling all our emotions, ain't hoping they get to me All the skin come out for the summer You be walking on the boards me and shorty go under I got that .40 in the cupboard 'case you thought you were tougher I'm going crazy in the bars I'm gon' end up in cuffers I got to working and I learned I started making some progress It's really all about your family and maintaining the process So keep it cordial, shorty gorgeous tryna reach in my pockets But I ain't stupid you won't use me for my dick or my wallet, I'm sorry Everybody selfish, I don't like no strangers I'm rolling loud, no fucking crowd, no fucking stages Got way more secrets than family dinner tables I got a couple sons but I'm yet to own a cradle And all my lyrics always fatal, when I talk they start to listen Let me give you some advice, keep your distance from these women They gon' take your time away from music Aidan, get to pimpin' I can't believe I'm falling for these bitches, man I'm tripping Tripping for the wrong reasons I put that show on with my dogs, that's open season Just a couple legends in the making, social suicide, fuck our dreams I don't want to dream to die, I plan on ripping through the seams Ian, if he got beef with you, got beef with me I fuck 'em up, we hit the Volvo and leave the scene 'Cause it's important to me, I put my life on the beat I'm tryna take over the world and have my kids owning streets Bitch Billy Boy been on the beat, gotta let me in on the deets If I die right now, just release my music and I'll live on in peace Going Up Going Up Going Up Going Up Going Up Fuck