Caskey - Avalanche lyrics

In the kitchen and it's Taysty

I'm a east side wild boy
Dirty south style boy
How long since I ain't been rich?
Well, it's been a while, boy
Countin' up the bands
They said I ain't have a chance
Florida born and raised
Still my wrist on avalanche

Don't make me pull up on yo' bitch ass
'bout that lil money that you owe
Me 'cause I get cash
Sittin' low inside that Cadillac
I'm an empath
I can't keep no bad energy around me
I put all my problems in a zigzag
But I don't zigzag 'round my problems
In tenth grade
I had too much weight for them to spot him
Once I spot 'em then I got 'em
Feel like SpotemGottem
My homie turned his head rеd
Like the trees in autumn
Blowin' out the tree
I'm sittin' outsidе of Phillips
10K just to eat
I can't think of anything I do that's cheap
Man, my dog served that 'caine
Up in the streets, i go propane over beats
Both us do our thing so
We can bring the feast
And I play for keeps, yeah

That's why they hatin' on the kid
Hate the way I live hate that I'm this rich
Wish that we was relatives
Yeah, everything is relative

I'm a east side wild boy
Dirty south style boy
How long since I ain't been rich?
Well, it's been a while, boy
Countin' up the bands
They said I ain't have a chance
Florida born and raised
Still my wrist on avalanche

Hunnid choppers and they lookin' pretty
I know motorcycle gangs in like every city
That's my type committee
Extra gritty and every type
Of crime committed
Say everything with my chest
Like I'm signin' titties
Got no pity for a broke man
Calluses on both hands
I walk in no man's land just to go ham
Paper trail like we throwin'
'round the application all the hate is they
Sincerest form of admiration
Vacuum seals, when the police come
Evacuation
I make somebody disappear like evaporation
My fabrics cost a couple thousand
They just fabricate i made more than I could
Imagine usin' my imagination, yeah

That's why they hatin' on the kid
Hate the way I live hate that I'm this rich
Wish that we was relatives
Yeah, everything is relative

I'm a east side wild boy
Dirty south style boy
How long since I ain't been rich?
Well, it's been a while, boy
Countin' up the bands
They said I ain't have a chance
Florida born and raised
Still my wrist on avalanche