Caskey - Cadillac lyrics

Let's ride, let's ride tonight
Let's ride tonight

My homie from the Westside always
Scoop me in his Cadillac
Hunnid pounds of kush, yeah, officer
This for the cataracts
I be up in Bokey all the time
That's where the savage at
Rap gon' make a million dollars
Let me take a stab at that
Cruising through the Westside
I'm inside the Cadillac
She gon' suck your wallet dry
Swear that she ain't bad at that
Women tend to lie, when they lie to me
Ain't mad at that
I just got my baggage packed
Looking for a show, eh - let me grab at that

So high in the City of Angels


Think I'm at the summit
We out in Cali, I'm constantly blunted
Just ‘cause you got it don't
Mean you should stunt it
A handful of hunnids don't make you a hunnid
Folks do it all for the Gram
Gotta see through the lines
Gotta learn how to tell
Gotta distinguish between the ones
Who want you down
And the ones who want see you prevail
No way I could fail, Baby just called me
Said, "Cas, when you come back
Bring two hunnid bales"
I'm at the grow house in Cali
Like, "yeah, I could do that
But is that to smoke or to sell?"
Wasn't surprised when he said it was personal
We doing shatter and I grab the nail
I just taught Stunna how to take a dab
He said, "White people crazy as hell!"
Live up to my reputation
Getting road head while I'm driving
She know it's my meditation
And the way I'm looking at the competition
Y'all must really be on medication
They ain't fucking with me and they know it
Went from a local dealer to a poet
Went from the Natty Ice to sippin' Moët
We ain't finna blow it
Don't need your plug ‘cause we grow it

My homie from the Westside always
Scoop me in his Cadillac
Hunnid pounds of kush, yeah, officer
This for the cataracts
I be up in Bokey all the time
That's where the savage at
Rap gon' make a million dollars
Let me take a stab at that
Cruising through the Westside
I'm inside the Cadillac
She gon suck it while I drive
Swear that she ain’t bad at that
Women tend to lie, when they lie to me
Ain't mad at that
I just got my baggage packed
Looking for a show, eh - let me grab at that

Ever pop so much that you up for hours?
Feel like there's cameras on
All of the towers?
X made me fuck that girl like Austin Powers
Her pussy wet like we went in the shower
She fuck with my style
(she fuck with my style)
Don't know when my plug gon'
Get back the Sours
Them my favorite type of flowers
I got no use for the kind
That they throw in the aisles
Skrrt then I skrrt off, first off
We in love with money
Not these bitches with they shirts off
My homie got the rock hard and the dirt soft
Ain't shit sweet
He a star but he down to let the burst off
Hold up
Wait that's how I'ma kick the verse off
I brought change to the game but
At times it can derail
God damn it, I guess everybody worst off
Vibe, he wasn't supposed to slide
How is we gonna survive?
Bagging up the dope, can't cope with the vibe
Praying to the Pope and
You hopeless deprived
Well I wrote this alive
Mixing my sin with the lean and
I'm pouring codeine in the Sprite
Two hunnid Xans, I'ma serve 'em tonight

My homie from the Westside always
Scoop me in his Cadillac
Hunnid pounds of kush, yeah, officer
This for the cataracts
I be up in Bokey all the time
That's where the savage at
Rap gon' make a million dollars
Let me take a stab at that
Cruising through the Westside
I'm inside the Cadillac
She gon' suck your wallet dry
Swear that she ain't bad at that
Women tend to lie, when they lie to me
Ain't mad at that
I just got my baggage packed
Looking for a show, eh - let me grab at that

Baby, we can go into the
Back seat of the Cadillac getting high
We floating through the sky
Up in the Cadillac
Serving everything in all the places
That the savage at blowing out the kush
I know my haters really mad at that
Baby, we can go into the
Back seat of this Cadillac getting high
We floating through the sky
Up in this Cadillac
Serving everything in all the places
That the savage at blowing out the kush
I know my haters really mad at that