Caskey - D!ckhead lyrics
[Caskey - D!ckhead lyrics]
Broke and doin’ regular shit
Front seat of the Rolls
Just another place they’ll never get
Rollin’ dice inside the hood
My homie let the sevens hit
When your future lit as mine
You don’t often reminisce
I’m makin’ hit's and sendin’ hit's
Y’all still penniless
No pentagrams, just a perfect score
I never miss never mind a hater
I would hate to be my nemesis
Don’t spеnd no time on that shit
Get back to spendin’ chips
I madе 800K this year alone off jumpin’ 808s
Rappers say they seein’ me, I’m sorry, dog
There ain’t no way keep a K on me ’cause
They tryna play with me, it ain’t ok
Pour some syrup and empty out the pipes
That’s the drano way
Yeah, play with me
Gon’ end up fuckin’ up ya life
Have you ever spent six figures on some ice?
It was way too good, I had to up the price
I’m a dickhead ’cause nothin’ ’bout nice
Guys finish last, left my oppers in the past
Red dot on ya head
’bout the blue notes like I’m Pendergrass
In that Rolls, they try ride the wave
They finna crash i’m in my bag, but I got
Out for a bigger bag, bitch
Y’all keep on playin’ with my name
Y’all saw what happened to the last guy
Who tried to do that shit
To y’all, I’ll do the same
Man, I’m extra as they come
The Rollie only thing that’s plain
Swapped out the car for a new Mulsanne
Then my shooter came
Couldn’t find no prints
Prosecutor don’t know who to blame
Rich and ignorant, where I’m from
That’s my pseudo name dropped the addy
Then we slid like that Uber thing
This ain’t six figures, dog
My safe way bigger
I got PTSD from when I was broke
I ain’t triggered
Go against me in my city, homie
You a brave figure
I don’t mean the monster truck when
I say I’m a grave digger
Heart cold like the ice on the chain
I’ve been crossed so many times
Don’t know who to blame
Chop it up and got rich anyway
It's all the same diamonds on my body like I
Live with Johnny Dang mob ties, Gotti came
Yeah, play with me
Gon’ end up fuckin’ up ya life
Have you ever spent six figures on some ice?
It was way too good, I had to up the price
I’m a dickhead ’cause nothin’ ’bout nice
Guys finish last, left my oppers in the past
Red dot on ya head
’bout the blue notes like I’m Pendergrass
In that Rolls, they try ride the wave
They finna crash i’m in my bag, but I got
Out for a bigger bag, bitch