Hollywood Holt - Caked Up lyrics

rate me

All my niggers caked up

We, we only raise till blokes

Hey you, over there

Bite my style but I don't care

My styles so fresh, its so unfair

You could never compete with the clothes I wear

I set the trends, I'll say it clear

Me and Mano, we staying here

As the freshest niggers in the stratosphere

that's why our names are always in your ear

Cause we so fresh, so fresh to death

When you see us just catch your breath

Cause we make people gasp for air

If you ain't us, step to the left

Red carpet treatment all the time

At Burger King we cut the line

Gotta pay for this? No sir, it's fine

that's what we hearing all the time

Hey there's mister me 2

Yeah nigger, I see you

But you ain't got, what I got

Cause my shits really see-through

Your shit is foogazy

Just stop ballin crazy

Just get harder on yo grind

don't wear this shit, they pay me

All my niggers caked up

We, we only wait for bucks

Yeah me and Mano going straight to the club

Now we ain't riding clean, now we skate to the club

Niggers wanna see us so they wait at the club

They ain't 21 so they bring a fake to the club

And its hilarious how we just chill

Go to the club start acting ill

Do anything we want at will

Cause we don't care how you feel

We go nuts up in the place

Do the robot in your face

Do the robot on your girl

Do the robot through the whole damn place

Cause we roll wild in every place

You don't like it, here comes the mace

Not cool enough to do what it takes

Club etiquette, such a disgrace

Well, what are you gonna do

When were making fun of you

Cause you had to dress up and wear those shoes

Just to get up in the club and lose

Your girl to me, cause I'm so fly

Get in the club, don't have to try

V.I.P. don't need to whine

Man, you wanna be that guy

All my niggers caked up

We, we only wait for bucks

Treating niggers is what I do

I treat niggers with my treating crew

If you get treated ain't mad at move

Cause there's a special treatment just for you

Shut up nigger you just a lame

With your old-ass dubs and that fake-ass chain

We was wearing that shit just as a joke

What the fuck is on your lame-ass brain

Always following everybody

Trying to fit in at the party

Doing anything to impress these people

While me and my friends just laughing harder

Damn we walking but we don't care

Wanna box, well take you there

But you won't step you'll sit there

Because you think it's so unfair

Why we caked up and you broke

Dude you just a fucking joke

What, its your fault you that way

You fuck so much everybody knows

Stack your paper, get on track

That whack-ass hat, man take that back

don't stop, wait man, fuck all that

I ain't giving you tips, nigger you just whack

WOOOAAAH

All my niggers caked up