Ca**idy - Mayhem Music lyrics

It's that sh** right here Dollar bill dreams My n***a Jag, Ca**idy Chubby Swag Jag Mayhem Music n***a Ca**idy, the hustla And I've got my man ARAb, top goon of Philly DJ Thorough It's Mayhem Music Look, on my mama he a basic chillin' Heard he in the streets, he dealin' flip more, Rick the villain Big chief, I be smokin' in my TB chillin' My little goon just caught a body but at least he k**in' For show the nicest part bullets rip your spine apart Ice got me drawning, n***as clowinin'. Watch us clumb the charts Oh yea, I grind with sharks. I was with 'em last night Come to things, I'm the one they come to with the gla** pipes Stackin' on my stacks just so I can get my cash right While with the coka, runnin' miles on my ma** pipe But I don't double them. I don't got a Maybach Soon as n***as spend I'm thinkin' what n***as could make back Hit up Abby, I sent him 2, he send me 8 back Gorilla, where my apes at? I'll rock you n***a asap n***as is jokin', somebody told me makes back Well, tell me where the cake at. The j**s and the safe at The train, A clap. I'm ridin' with fats that don't slip You talkin' out the side of your neck, blaw My whole team workin', I come for the cream cousin We see you fakin', I see you straight like I'm mean muggin' Yea, I'll be bustin' in my sleep like I'm dream f**in' The smoke comin' out the barrow like a steam oven I'll be rippin' the pipe hard, the stiff in the rod That's why my trips to the night, yea, I be shippin' the blocks I'm mad happy, I'm filled with punches, I'm Jag happy Couldn't cut it in school but now I'm stab happy And now I've got the bad b**hes getting mad at me Everything cost, gotta pay me just to grab at me Got to the bak and the teller throwin' bags at me Car lot, got the car, dealer throwin' Jags at me We on that new sh**, rain man in the booth seat Work in the trunk like a roo sip, we too thick I'm runnin' like bad tiers, been workin' on mad tier Jag fired, got the Family Guy on, it's Quagmire n***a I'm scorchin', I'm past fire, lava land I come from south central, the home of a lot of champs I got a camp that I roam with and you got us amped My name been up in the streets like I got a stamp I'm too hot with the blue rocks in my diamond bag We buzzin' like hornets, I'm ballin' out in my Cayman back Yea, I'm getting the best A's from some essays f** my n***as workin', they grindin' til all their debts paid Believe me, you could get greezy like fresh wades Run up on you, pull a gun up on you long as my left leg Y'all folk would get your jaw broke or your chest cage I use the Gillette blade to cut you like a fresh fave I'm always on my job, I never get no rest days I'm sittin' on the yolk like a fresh laid nestle I just cop the watch with the guap that I've just made The racks C through like my watch got X ray And I'm a s** slave for punta on c*nta Kent 8, I'm str8 like 6 o'clock but you're Bengay I don't know how them other men play, I've gotta get guap So I'll be chopin' them plots like I'm a sensei Comprende? My clientele order quarters I could make that white b**h swim in some boiling water And I've got your chick open like a C section Giving me neck and she don't have no gag reflex You'll be tricking 'em b**hes, I'm having free s** My homies like remix, every night a freak fest She a freak with some double D breasts I'm fly as a pterodactyl, she eat the meat like a T-Rex f** the BS. I'm movin' that Ryan Seacrest Grindin', shinin' like a diamond, VVS Yea, I'm on the strip to the packet bong Lookin' for a n***a I could empty out the ratchet on I clap the drone on the same strip that I'm trapping on Big kids get that in the same hits, they hat is on I got a lot of diamonds and a lot of platinum on Cause I rap and I made this track that I'm rappin' on These rap cats I be snackin' on f** it! I'm cold blooded. In the summer time I need a jacket on Cats is dron, I'd better get Lucy Lu I'm wearin' shoes, a Gucci belt and some Gucci shoes I left this groupie with a coochie bruise And a red a** cause I had trash with her coochie coo Kiss my back side I just bought a coup and made the back seat give the roof a piggy back ride And the pink change colors like a kitty cat eye That's crack n***a, cause I'm the sh** like crack litter It's a rap n***a They say money make the world spin I'm at the Louie store, spendin' like a whirlwind And put your RA cryin' 'bout a girlfriend I'd rather get the pyrex and drop your end I get straight to the p**y, no foreplay I was sittin' in jail for a short stay And let that n***a show up on court day I'm a show him a moon in broad day AK street sweep, no duff pan Cut grams, play the corners like a cut man I left school, used to hang in the hookie house I dropped all N word and pulled the cookie house Big money, gotta count for 3 days White girl, I make you drop like D Wade Perk Lee, Sour D, you're the pea haze I had your girl tell me I've got 3 legs I be with goons that take lives 10 stacks to the ground when I shake dice Bad b**h in the car, that's straight dike Fat a** with jaw like a great white Night horror, move it all on the late night 20 large in my drawer but I could take flight I'm in LA, I'm a Road Runner So f** lap, I'm getting burned for the lil numbers I'm a rich taker, I get big paper I've got a Mag 32 for my brick playaz Or EA's just a set and I'm the dictator 20 grand is a bet and that's sh** paper I took a brown paper bag to the car lot Drove off, red Jag and his hard top I carry big guns thata make a car stop Give my young'un 9 soft and get a mall shot I used to walk around with hoes in my snickers Now my block move night hoes in my sleep Rolled from the streets and live in the line of fire Pull up, bang on 'em, stock myer I got n***a thata bring it to your mom homes Hidin' in the bush, 30 shot, 9 off So what your life like? I showed you what mine about Sellin' weed, rock bricks, I took 9 out I get guap, I was raised on a drug block I'm a goon, I keep a ma** in the glove box We was poor, we didn't get to eat our grub hot Now I'm at the car lot with a drugnot Mayhem Music