AWAR - Cadillac Grills lyrics
rate meFeat. Troy Ave
(Verse)
We done came up from the bottom to the top (bleaw)
I'm clothed from the same cut
I got it, I can't stop now
Tryna make my momma proud
Still, my stomach cannot recover my spot
Ignore me, throwin' the god's crown
Better not bow, I'm a storm in hot sound
This pawn I do not drown
Imported in cop pounds
Reinforce it to the whiffs foreign, and we lock down
Drivin' in convertible trucks with the tops down
Open the moon roof, exhale hydroponic clouds
I keep 'em in suspense, like some hydraulics, wow
Shanghai loudage, still defyin' logic
Rhymes is fiber optic, exotic thymes ride in cockpit
Find 'em in the dropix, enjoy a gorgeous night
Breakin' up board and a CD, it's that northern lights
My Jordan Nikes step on the gas and enjoy the flight
MC is wanted for prestige but can't afford the price
(Hook)
Cadillac grills, suicide doors
Grandstackin' bills with weight outside the floor
Straight like that, I was thought to strive for more
Fly like a Dolorean, slide in the top off
MC in the backpack, stays on the onslaught
Bricks on the inside, double fly, roll tight
Battle-cry lullaby, tell you ? notice that
Take a second thought on the statue of limitations
Gone. Frightner, a chair full of lightnin'
This wardy nigga face, cause if I eva face indictment
Pray for me! After that, break up the J for me
Take the fees that's potent, meet Helmie, he got some paint for me
Turn it out! He gon' bring the scale a betta self
Real chessy cheddar, that's cool
Everything real as tough, feel exchange
Leave the Hummer, take the Range
The tail light went out, I gotta go and get it changed
(Hook)
Cadillac grills, suicide doors
Grandstackin' bills with weight outside the floor
Straight like that, I was thought to strive for more
Fly like a Dolorean, slide in the top off
(Verse)
Known to keep a stash, we got that mass appeal
I got keys from the cab, please don't grab the wheel
No leaks in the bag that shit is vacuum sealed
Move like lawn mowers, snakes is the grass revealed
I spit it well, straight to the point where digital scales
The whiff, the smell of every joint is fish scale
Canine sniffin' can't tell, yea, we givin' 'em hell
Freedom of speech, we'll have you sittin' in a prison cell
How you ship 'em platinum, for 'em to sit on a cell
You gon' have the shim of free crack standin' on yo ship for sell
You lack the powerex vision and the digits for ?
Next year you'll be left fishin' by yo self out of a wishing well
Runnin' for the border and forgettin' yo passport
Biggie's commandments, how Diggie could get in the crash course
You're gettin' what you asked for, snitchin' to the task force
Givin' pigs permission to search the shit in yo dashboard
Pussy!
