Ca**idy - Untitled 8 Minute Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Ca**idy] Look b**h, I'm not feeling your sh** Every song that im on, I be k**ing the sh** Your flow wack, I throw packs, still on the bricks I'm dealing with six figures, but n***as still on the strip No ceiling when I'm wheeling the whip Your b**ha** is trash, but im feeling her lips That s*ut probably got my nut still on lips So much ice in my watch im not feeling my wrist Dont care if you clap and you filling them clips Get a slug in your hat, gat still on your hips If you a thug in your rap why you p**y in real life A pimp on the mic and buy p**y in real life Nah, I lay my mack down I ain't tripping I ain't slipping, I rap now I aaint tricking I dont care if she pretty ho, and I got Diddy Dough And I done had every bad b**h in the city yo And I learnt it from Biggie yo I got the chicks why the sh** went gold off 1 video And I'mma go platinum of number 2 And im gonna drop another album when the summers through What you gonna do I know how to humble you I ain't gonna rumble you I 'll put a gun to you Look Dog, Im small kinda slinky Thats why I alway have my paws on the blinky And I brawl like Winky The Radiant Rock you can't see no flaws on my pinky And I stunt coz I pump crack If you cats wore my chain for a month you'd be Hunchback Duke I shoot, the pump make you jump back Im in the coupe, and the roof where the trunk at See im the truth man I leave dudes nauseous I had to prove who was the harderst and who's garbage I'mma make moves regardless Coz I sound better than them veterans and im a new artist Ca** the bomb, ask ya mom Coz all you pretty women think Ca** a dime And all your little sisters think Ca** is fine Coz my rhyme Acid and your asinine, ba*tard Everybody know Ca** can rhyme Thats not a question, I was born with it, got a blessing Im a King everything that I say hot You sh** sad, n***as just mad coz they not The sh** sad n***as just mad coz they flop That coz they ain't have no bars when they drop Im on top like 'f** you pay me" And when I rock my j**els I dont use my A.C I get down B? and get kilos of the C.O.K.E No you not me, you an imposter duke Getting f**ed for your money like a prostitute Im the C.A. crooked letter crooked letter .I.D.Y Who you know cook a better pie? And My birds have em hooked when I let em fly I get the cheddar why, Im a crook and I never lie And I ain't never shook, n***as look but they never try Just like in the stores, n***as look but they never buy I, seen it I like, I get it nothing all Coz I be hustling raw and ducking the law I'll be shopping till its nothing to f** in the mall I'll ain't flossing and fronting, its nothign to ball You say you don't love them hoes, but cuffing them all And she still f**ing me while she f**ing with y'all Yep Dog, im worth hundreds od thousands, and I'm starving my stomach is growling I m home brand! Im on the strip with the workhorse grinding Truck, White leather gutsd turquoise lining Watch, White leather band turquoise diamonds White T, Evisu's with the turquoise sign in I can't lie Hov put me on Evisu But when I put em on I be looking better than he do! Cats out there who bought a pair like me too Threw blue stones in the chain, the ring see through And you play with them things im like me too I put a hole in a n***a big enough to see through But we all gotta go when it's time Im pro n***as know I can rhyme I be in the booth with the dro in the air and the dough on my mind I'mma blow n***as know I'm the bomb I'm, The best that ever did it The best that gon' do it The rest ain't ever live it, the rest ain't gon' through it I was born to do it, I spit like im on fluid I wish someone else dissed this, just to respond to it And every chick I hit be going through it I dont know if my girl going wild or going stupid My bars better that yours, and im gon' prove it And put pressure on every n***a doing music Coz I been doing this for way too long The pay too short, and the days to long I be Acting a fool, packing a tool Back to the dude I was before the black and the Jews Im, slinging the d**, slinging the d** Hanging with thugs I knew before the fame and the love Im one of the first artists, who get love from the younguns And the ones that was in it when it first started Coz I do with sk**, I'm not just rapping Coz I really happen I do it for real I move pills and I sold Caine Cops know me by my whole name My weed purple like the Soul Plane And if you dont know, you know now Its a showdown, on the the low it gonna go down Baby, my 3.80, hold 1 in the dome And some of it chrome Avoid the beef your you running alone Should have brought your piece your gun is at home "Thats where you left your gat"? You'd be dead, trying to run to crib where you left it at With your chest and your face numb I'mma keep taking shells out the case to a catch one Thats dumb, you should have brought your gun If you never had a hammer should have bought you one You gotta take it when you travel And make it so hot that you could fry bacon on the barrel, p**y [Verse 2: Ca**idy, rolling a blunt throughout] n***a swell up so big That if you live you would probably have stretch marks ? hurt it with pistols Your bodyguards probably broad, but ain't no murders with you Thats pathetic I got a fetish for purchasing pistols I murder every person thats with you Rounds from the case running down your legs ? Im a crook I put in work its official In 9-3 I used to grind tree, now I working with nickels Times change so the grind change I working sniffles Do my dirt on the grizzle, focussed on the flip Coke potent, it got the fiends open of the sniff When they cook it and smoke it they be open off the hit sh** fresh compressed just broker it off the brick Lavender haze got you coughing off the joint Chicks getting emotions getting open off the dick Im blowing in the whip and like 6 stacks on me Half a brick of crack with like 6 gats on me About to dropoff n***a And I'm flipping weight So I'm strapped just in case it pop off n***a I came a long way from knocking nickel rocks of n***a So for the dough I blow your top of n***a And they always knew you'd be a b**h Coz you pop soft n***a, you're frail Or be in jail getting knocked off n***a The bezel and the band rocked off n***a So my body temperature would rise if I take my watch off n***a Im the boy you should cop off n***a You can smell it through the jar You ain't gotta take the top off n***a I stack change, the rap game got it locked off n***a Enough b**hes on my dick You can hop off n***a You wouldn't believe how many chicks I popped off n***a My co*k been in more buns that a hot dog n***a Im not y'all n***as I ain't snitching or b**hing up Im a straight cannon dont get it twisted or mix it up Listen up, there ain't no n***a as ill as me Im co*ky coz I know n***as feeling me Their n***as doing life with no possibility of parole Digging my flows coz ain't no n***a real as me Thats how it feel to be on top of the world If he don't like, I'm probably popping his girl My flow hot and I'm thorough I'm one of kind And nah, I ain't off my job none of the time You write some of the time, I keep coming with rhymes I spit and make you quit with just one of my lines And dont even battle no more If you ain't got a quarter million bucks "what the f** I'mma battle you for?" If you saw some of the broad and thongs that I been in You would realize why I'm doing songs for the women All my songs winning, I m commercial and all that With no rehearsal I will still murk you so fall back Even if y'all strapped, I can bang with the best of you Coz I stay in the range, my aim is impeccable And you the target get all this in the clip The shells in the 9 Taurus got garlic on the tips