Huh
Cardo Got Wings
Cardo sh#t, ya know?
b#tch I’m dreamin’ ’bout the cake
Choppa with a scope, put it to your face
All I know is hate
I don’t wan’ hop in the bank
Find a b#tch I rate
Uh
I smoke on blue dream, you smoke on irene
Double G my feet, I’ve been high all week
Hotbox don’t live windows up, ridin’ ’round in a Bentley truck
Big #ss gun, F&N, load it up and let it bust
Pray to God that all these drugs work
And if they don’t I’ll prolly kill my plug first
The pills I take will prolly take you off this Earth
Outta space off the Percs with a slur
I weigh the money, no countin’
I think I need an accountant
I’m rockin’ sh#t that ain’t out yet
Revenge, revenge
I’m movin’ slow off the Hi-Tech
Breathе out, breathe in
Choppa, bullets to your stomach
Bleed out, wheezin’
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