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[Caskey]
In the kitchen and it's Taysty

[Caskey]
Takin' what's mine
And if it's mine, then I'm takin' the charge
I hit the stage in the city
It look like these bitches forsakin' they bras
You ain't a boss
If you gotta report to someone else who makin' the calls
Tattooed the teeth on my face
'cause if someone play with my paper, I'm breakin' they jaws
Big ol' backwood my cigars
Open the garage, no such thing as too many cars
I done sold too many bars
My homie got too many flavors and too many jars
I don't do too many favors
'cause people mistake how you movin' for you gettin' soft
On top of the city, I moved and then lost
Catchin' that play, Randy Moss
[Caskey]
Don't make me come back to the city with too many chains
Double back with that look on my face
I swapped out the Rollie and upgrade the Range
With no check when I look out of place
I'm goin' up levels, y'all stayin' the same
Changin' cities, I'm booked out of state
The Wraith got the stars in the ceilin' (In the kitchen—)
She call me on FaceTime—

Table for six, we ate at The H
Fo' hunnid dollars my steak
Fo' hunnid people that's ridin' for me if I call 'em today
Get you touched and it's one call away
Fo' hunnid people first time I performed in the city
Back then, I still got hoes to place
I could still eyeball an eighth
This ain't no birthday surprise but we hide all the cake
[Caskey]
My homies, they ride out the wave
We sold out Daytona, now they wanna ride on the wave
Swore you gon' blow on the homies, you slowed up that roll
How the f*ck you gon' lie on they grave?
I made a quarter mill off of priority mail, wasn't tryna save
I ride in the car with that iron displayed
If somebody try me, they dyin' today
[Caskey]
Don't make me come back to the city with too many chains
Double back with that look on my face
I swapped out the Rollie and upgrade the Range
With no check when I look out of place
I'm goin' up levels, y'all stayin' the same
Changin' cities, I'm booked out of state
The Wraith got the stars in the ceilin'
She call me on FaceTime, look like I'm in outer space

[ClicKlak]
I'm eatin' steak in Miami
Could feed a whole family, but really just feedin' myself
I double G on my grammys
I feel like I'm Gucci, but really just Gucci the belt
I'm icin' my watch and my chain
And icin' my bitch and make sure she feelin' herself
She on her knees, she pray to the P
Go against me, I'ma send you to hell
I'm really pimpin', I'm into that
Used to be hoes on the train, you push hoes in the trap
We put hoes on the internet
I get offended when they say they P
I know they not P and I'm really that
She play with me, I'ma send her back
Once that opp begin, this the end of that
Milkin' these hoes, ain't no Similac
f*ck all that, pimpin', my partner got stitches
You can't hit my phone when we out on a mission
Feel like it's Mardi Gras, we throwin' parties
Show up at yo' door, call that chargin' admission
Way before rappin' and pimpin' these bitches
Was over the stove with that dope in the kitchen
We at The H, fo' hunnid my steak
You play with my dog and you comin' up missin'

[Caskey]
Don't make me come back to the city with too many chains
Double back with that look on my face
I swapped out the Rollie and upgrade the Range
With no check when I look out of place
I'm goin' up levels, y'all stayin' the same
Changin' cities, I'm booked out of state
The Wraith got the stars in the ceilin'
She call me on FaceTime, look like I'm in outer space

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