6:30 pm inside a Cadillac
b#tches on my f#ckin sack
n#gg#s wanna kill me for my f#ckin racks
Roll the window down and pull the f#ckin mac
Mag inside your f#ckin back
Drifting out the scene because i never lack
X2
Backwoods, stopping at the station for a backy-pack
Like wise, smoking all these n#gg#s cause they f#ckin wack
Bad b#tch, she took all my love, i swear she f#cking hacks
Stupid b#tch, i merk all my opps and thats a f#ckin fact
f#ckin clown, n#gg# play wit me, we finna gun em down
Bullet sounds, drums instead of pegs, we got them hella rounds
sl#tty hoe, running out his crib, said she want me to pound
Sydney b#tch, take em to the park to put him in the ground
Raven lookin b#tch, i swear she fine as f#ck
All my n#gg#s run it up
Percs beside the drink that’s in the double cup
Shawty throw it back, that b#tch dont f#ckin talk
Roses where i f#ckin walk
Speed racer ‘08, i got that f#ckin mach
X2
6:30 pm inside a Cadillac
b#tches on my f#ckin sack
n#gg#s wanna kill me for my f#ckin racks
Roll the window down and pull the f#ckin mack
Mag inside your f#ckin back
Drifting out the scene because i never lack
X2
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