Camcuddy - CAP! (feat. Kalé) Lyrics

Yeah yo momma and yo daddy probably say I never make it
But I'm here and it's now it's so hard to f*cking fake it
I got money in the bank
And I got steak up on my pate
And if you run around dissin cut you into fish filet
Oh my god in the man
Cuban Cuban diamond xans
Hold up motherf*cker now this a different game plan
I got shooters on the east
And I got shooters on the west
And when we go to pull up on you put a bullet in yo vest
Oh god
Oh my I just made this hoe cry
On the south side with my homies eatin whole pies
Yeah we don't strategize
We just like to multiply
Put a Beamer on this 40
Aim it right between your eyes
Look up in the sky
Look up in the sky
It's a bird it's a plane
No it's nothin I'm just high
Hop up in the foreign ride
Chain swaying side to side
With this new bad bitch and I'm gripping on her thighs
Yeah I'm CAMCUDDY
I don't stay low key
Everybody in the HOU know me
I got ten roadies
And they all all blow me
I ain't gotta say please
Just a GOD baby

I spit it so simplistic, my linguistics are so vicious
These words hit you like venom
I pull up rockin the denim
They cappin then we dismiss em
The flo just like progressive
Im chillin im never stressin
These bars they leave em guessing
My mind it is so hectic, these taxes i have collected
Uh
Gettin money like it ain't even funny
Uh
Hoppin through this track like a f*ckin bunny
Uh
You can't understand me, I'm just trying to get a Grammy
Like I'm from Miami, I'm just trying to bring the cane
I'm insane, spitting off the brain
I go super sayian
I'm the mane
Bitch i bring the pain
Why you gotta hate, I'm just trying to elevate
Putting money in the bank, the f*ck did you thank
I'm bout to spit it like a llama, please don't bring no drama
Cudd might steal ya mama, I'm the one like I'm a dolla
These verses they make you holla
Word to cuddy cudd, let me remind ya