Youngzeek - Cadence Lyrics

Hey, Tony
Oh, shit zeek
F*ckin' cool
The opps been out here punchin' hard as hell, bro

I can't even, faced it all
White lows on the road, it got me feelin' racist
I been juggin, me and bro just ran a nigga out
It's human races

Heard the opps somewhere that he ain't supposed to be, bro
I'm about to face him
I was about to crash, but bro said we ain't bout to cash no stupid cases
Nigga told me that he got the plug on drank, I need a couple cases

Goin' up, but I can't, it ain't time to shit, bro
I can't f*ckin' pace it
Only reason that it's takin' me so long, cause y'all some f*ckin' haters
Better watch your man, he bout to slime you out, cause he a f*ckin' traitor

Niggas hoes tryna hide all of my dope, I damn near made a cracker
Took the stripper bitch to givin' me some sex, cause I ain't f*ckin' pay her
I ain't spittin' shit on any f*ckin' thing, I care about my paper
Bitch, she taste like candy on that time, I call her and I went later

F*ck her, I'ma love her, I'ma leave her, but I ain't goin' near her
Tell my baby mama leave, she tryna trip, she start to actin' crazy
Girl, listen to that shit, bro, I'ma take care of my f*ckin' baby
With nigga DNA up in my blood, you niggas next, bro

I been stressin' out and thinkin' bout my life, and I been f*ckin' prayin
If the devil get to f*ckin' with my daughter, then I'ma keep my young nigga out here hopin
With the shit shot, I'ma nigga pace
All these niggas out here finished, that's a f*ck, bro, I can't even fake it

We ran out on the block when you had seen us, you had got to skate
Put that head lock and lock up to that head, cause I had filled the page
You should be happy, nigga, almost got that Glock when we was out there chasin
Blowin opp pack, I'm higher than the f*ck, it got me lookin' blasian

We slidin, bro, don't hold the Glock like that, you gotta have some candence
If you need a Xanny or you need a Perk, hit up my nigga
No one could, he gon' be the best choice, because he ain't gon' race you
Nigga bought some quality, ain't pull up, cause this shit distaste you

Might hop up in the Scat and start it up, but I ain't gon' race you
If you get up in that jam with the state boys, then the boys gon' chase you
If you ever try to impress me out in public, I'ma humiliate you
Send the shots and leave a whole strike through your back, look like the chopper at you

Y'all ain't cappin, all y'all hoes need to grow up, none of y'all bitchin
I see pussies see me every single day and they don't ever say shit
Walkin' past me and don't even f*ckin' look, bro, I can't even fake it
When we slidin, we gon' get em at good times, you gotta ask some patience

If he don't pop a birdie, hit him through the window, we gon' leave him faceless
Put a scope on that head yard, nigga, close, cause I was feelin' lazy
F*cked my bitch up, I didn't do it in the butter, and they needn't fake it
But f*ck it, bro, I'm still gon' get it up, because they still gon' chase it

That's a hop out hand already on the handle, hop out and start the Skating
F*ck you too