Big K.R.I.T. - Cadillactica lyrics

Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac lac uh
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac lac uh
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac lac uh
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac lac

Uh, what you think a real nigga rap for?
So I can roll around in a RAV4? Never that
Cadillac pimped out, fish bowl, true vogues
Fifteens, but I had to go and get two mo'
Whassup, get buck, shake junt killa
DJ booth with the pole in the middle
For the extraterrestrial flexible bitch
See how far these vegetables get us
Pour up, the show up, the focus
The doors ain't typical when they get open
Hol' up you ain't never been sky high
Swear I coulda died when I hopped out my ride
Like four or five times, no parachute
Bungee jump for the loot
Hock a loogie out the roof, what I feel like
Porn on the screen
Two hoes on the scene tongue kissin'
You would think my whip dyke
Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac too early for the hook
Not sure if it's the sawed-off pump or
The bass in the trunk – (RICKY) –
That keep a nigga shook
Careful no crook, tell a bitch, "Look"
How I work the wheel and the crisis
Police behind us my index was grindin' her
Pussy like rhyme with no timin'
I think I'm nicest of all
(All, all, all, all)
That's the way I feel, bitch! Crawl
(Crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl)
Why you showing your grill, bitch? We off
(Off, off, off, off)
Our way outta here, don't get lost
I come in peace from somewhere unique
Have no fear, uh

Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac lac
Fuck yo' whip, nigga!
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac lac
I took yo' bitch, nigga!
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac lac
Fuck yo' whip, nigga!
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac lac
I took yo' bitch, nigga!

Uh, what you think a real nigga rap for?
So I can roll around with a nympho? Yessir
Twenty five lighters on my dresser
The best of
Versace, Versace, Versace, my bezel
The bass and the treble will beat, ho
Komodo with the four door when creepin', slow
I pull up on the high side
God give me high five
Every time I holla, " I thank you, Lawd"
Jesus please
Don't let the jackers try to take what's mine
Hate to have to black out, reach
In the dash to the Lac, ‘fo the Act Right
Cause a nigga act like I'ma just back down
And I'ma put some Vogues on these toes bitch
I blew the back out the trunk
With the fifth wheel slump
It's some neon that's red, that's my old shit
But this some cold shit
That my granddaddy wish he
Could have drove in, then passed down
So in honor of Zebby
I bring a ho down like a levee
When I slab 'round in this glass house
See me in it, it was easy pimpin'
'fore you even
Finish trick or treating trippin', she
Wasn't even with it
She was outside the Lac tryna ease in it
She might fall (fall, fall, fall, fall)
It ain't really that high, bitch crawl
(crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl)
Why you showing your grill, bitch? We off
(off, off, off, off, off)
Our way outta here, don't get lost
I come in peace from somewhere unique
Have no fear, uh!

Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac lac
Fuck yo' whip, nigga!
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac lac
I took yo' bitch, nigga!
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac lac
Fuck yo' whip, nigga!
Cadillac lac lac lac, Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac
Cadillac lac lac lac lac
I took yo' bitch, nigga!

Slabbin’ ‘round, my windows down
You hear the sound
That sonic boom, that ba ba ba ba ba ba bass
That shake your baby momma crib
Pardon me if I phone home 4000
Miles away from where you at
If you ain't holdin' back I
Can take your whip
C-A-D-IDouble-L-A-C T-IC-A
C-A-D-IDouble-L-A-C T-IC-A
C-A-D-IDouble-L-A-C T-IC-A
C-A-D-IDouble-L-A-C T-IC-A, K-R-I T forever

Hold up, nigga
Nigga, hit that new spot real quick
Called Mo' Grease than Beef nigga
See what they hittin' on round this bitch
I heard they got some fried biscuit's too
Though

Yeah, they be giving them hoes away though
I don’t want no given-away biscuit
Yeah, man, what happenin'
Welcome to Mo Grease than
Beef, what can I get for you, man?

I want a #1, my nigga, but, uh… I don’t
See what it is on the menu man
Run that shit down for a player real quick

Oh, you want the #1? Shit, well, the
#1 come with two sides shit, you can
Get some poverty or some famine and bruh
If you don’t want that famine, nahmsayin
You can always get some low
Self esteem or a biscuit

Mmm, nah, I’m good on that, my nigg’
I’m good though

Say, bruh, i know you wanna take some food
Home to your baby mamma you
Can go and get her the Plan B meal it come
With a free DNA test
Two bitchass niggas shit, or you can get
A biscuit best part of all this
It’s already prepared for you
Bruh this shit been sittin’ here
All day waitin’ on you

Hell nah!