Caskey, ClicKlak - Cullinan lyrics

Pack still comin' in
Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan
Front him ’til the first
Time that he fumblin'
Then set him up a couple times, it's humblin’
I'ma get it on my own
There's so few I could really trust
Feel like Chris Tucker
Obvious that I've been in a rush
If it ain't about a M plus
Ain't nothin' to discuss
Must be celibate or somethin' ’cause
They ain’t fuckin' with us

Yeah yeah
Yeah

When you hustle all the time
There’s no such thing as clockin' in
If my homie miss the first time
He spin the block again
Thought I'm Jadakiss and Styles P
The way I'm lockin’ in
Told her, "Throw 'way that Balenciaga
We can't rock with them"
And a thousand horsеpower only
Thing I'm hoppin' in
You can't hop up on this Pete Davidson
You not Kim
Rappеrs dissin' me and hopin' that they
Gon' be hot for ten
If I put you in the scope
You ain't gon' ever pop again
Never hit my bitch
Just knock that pussy out the bedframe
Paintin' on the wall, that came from Wes Lang
Only court they catch me in is
Courtside at the Nets game
Came from nothing, but I want everything

Pack still comin' in
Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan
Front him 'til the first
Time that he fumblin'
Then set him up a couple times, it's humblin'
I'ma get it on my own
There's so few I could really trust
Feel like Chris Tucker
Obvious that I've been in a rush
If it ain't about a M plus
Ain't nothin' to discuss
Must be celibate or somethin' 'cause
They ain't fuckin' with us

Yeah yeah
Yeah ayy

Got them packs comin' in and out
We took the paper route
Had a shootout at my hood and
I barely made it out
All in, just me and my kin, stolo
Flip the van
Make you dizzy how I spin again
Then I spin again
Sorry grandma, I sinned again
How could I pretend?
Rollin' over in your grave 'bout the
Way that I came in i was on demon time 'fore
That nigga clocked in
Would've thought I was a janitor
I snuck the mop in
Said I couldn't bring my chopper
So I snuck the Glock in
Snow bunnies in the drop top, I told her
"Hop in" porn stars
On that bullshit like Dennis Rodman
I be countin' all my numbers
You don't want them problems

Pack still comin' in
Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan
Front him 'til the first
Time that he fumblin'
Then set him up a couple times, it's humblin'
I'ma get it on my own
There's so few I could really trust
Feel like Chris Tucker
Obvious that I've been in a rush
If it ain't about a M plus
Ain't nothin' to discuss
Must be celibate or somethin' 'cause
They ain't fuckin' with us