[Hook: Kaos] Caddies, Cutties, and Coups All at the hot spots Navi's, Bourbons We scoopin ol' school drop tops And it don't even matter if them Hatas and them cops watch Cuz we keep rollin' derty we keep rollin'
[Verse 1: Kaos] Headin' on them highways, keep markin' and swervin' In Excursions down Kingshighway Rollin Escalades down Page, urryday Double R's, Hummers and Jags, they derty D's boy stay paid Top dropped, woody hella plush inside Fully loaded mo wit urrythang customized And he's rollin' wit the humps, the bump bumps I mean the bump, thump hump bump humps in his trunk And he's firin' up the dank, rollin' candy paint Cheese, got blowed on the Rock Road, oh cant even blink ha 6-4's and SUV's wit the brains blown, runnin' trains on them Only when they change the game mo
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[Verse 2: Kaos] Ay lil' partna you ain't gettin' no hollas Man there's too many ballas wit top dollas Rollin in chromed out Pradas in Impalas Steady sippin' and steady dippin' They on a mission while you trippin' Can't take that heat up out mo's kitchen Your girl huggin' em, she got them vapors, he got paper And she lovin' em, plus he hella cake it but uh That's how it is wit them fine freaks, if you got mo' money She gone mo you won't never keep no dime piece Hangin' be wonderin' why you cant find her mo She out hot sidin' wit Mr. Big Timer blow She went from hikin' in them Nik's, to loud pipes To wild nights, man your boy was trifin' them trucks and now bikes And now I know that your feelings be hurtin', you see ya girl flirtin' While you out wit your partnas purpin', tellin' urrybody That your Excursion, you be splurgin' but whys ya girl twurkin' And I heard she be workin', settin' it out wit just the mouth You get it all up for a dub and we be like "What's up wit ya girl cuz?" She runnin' choo-choos wit few crews and lil' dudes, be like "Ay that's my girlfriend man she call me poo-poo"
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[Verse 3: Kemo] Camilin paint on the Range, 22 inch rims derty Switchin' lanes (TV!) peepin' out the Rams game Urry chickenhead in the city know ya name, and ya be breakin' bread Makin' change, even got a fo' wit the blown brain, damn dogg Them rims tall as a mug, gotta use a purrachute to get up out the truck You tryin' to embarrass every crew comin' up, postin' on them 22's Laughin' at them dubs, ballin' out, wit ya crew snappin' at them clubs After that what you doin' tappin' at some guns (yes'ir yes'ir) 3 ol' hoes in the basement, one from Nigeria and the other ones Jamaican And they maybe, jockin' ya ride so derty do some backbreakers But after that make sure the house vacant (y'all gotta bounce)
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Copy to Clipboard: [Hook: Kaos] Caddies, Cutties, and Coups All at the hot spots Navi's, Bourbons We scoopin ol' school drop tops And it don't even matter if them Hatas and them cops watch Cuz we keep rollin' derty we keep rollin'
[Verse 1: Kaos] Headin' on them highways, keep markin' and swervin' In Excursions down Kingshighway Rollin Escalades down Page, urryday Double R's, Hummers and Jags, they derty D's boy stay paid Top dropped, woody hella plush inside Fully loaded mo wit urrythang customized And he's rollin' wit the humps, the bump bumps I mean the bump, thump hump bump humps in his trunk And he's firin' up the dank, rollin' candy paint Cheese, got blowed on the Rock Road, oh cant even blink ha 6-4's and SUV's wit the brains blown, runnin' trains on them Only when they change the game mo
[Hook] - repeat 2X
[Verse 2: Kaos] Ay lil' partna you ain't gettin' no hollas Man there's too many ballas wit top dollas Rollin in chromed out Pradas in Impalas Steady sippin' and steady dippin' They on a mission while you trippin' Can't take that heat up out mo's kitchen Your girl huggin' em, she got them vapors, he got paper And she lovin' em, plus he hella cake it but uh That's how it is wit them fine freaks, if you got mo' money She gone mo you won't never keep no dime piece Hangin' be wonderin' why you cant find her mo She out hot sidin' wit Mr. Big Timer blow She went from hikin' in them Nik's, to loud pipes To wild nights, man your boy was trifin' them trucks and now bikes And now I know that your feelings be hurtin', you see ya girl flirtin' While you out wit your partnas purpin', tellin' urrybody That your Excursion, you be splurgin' but whys ya girl twurkin' And I heard she be workin', settin' it out wit just the mouth You get it all up for a dub and we be like "What's up wit ya girl cuz?" She runnin' choo-choos wit few crews and lil' dudes, be like "Ay that's my girlfriend man she call me poo-poo"
[Hook] - repeat 2X
[Verse 3: Kemo] Camilin paint on the Range, 22 inch rims derty Switchin' lanes (TV!) peepin' out the Rams game Urry chickenhead in the city know ya name, and ya be breakin' bread Makin' change, even got a fo' wit the blown brain, damn dogg Them rims tall as a mug, gotta use a purrachute to get up out the truck You tryin' to embarrass every crew comin' up, postin' on them 22's Laughin' at them dubs, ballin' out, wit ya crew snappin' at them clubs After that what you doin' tappin' at some guns (yes'ir yes'ir) 3 ol' hoes in the basement, one from Nigeria and the other ones Jamaican And they maybe, jockin' ya ride so derty do some backbreakers But after that make sure the house vacant (y'all gotta bounce)
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