Caddy Lyrics – SSGKobe
Ooh, ooh-doo
Ooh, ooh-doo
(Hey, SIRSKI)
Hey, hey, hey
Prada bags in the Caddy (Yeah, Hello), I’ll take care of you
Big bands, they keep adding (Hey)
Choppas, I’ll Mariah Carey ’em (Hey)
Better plan his memorial
Send his ass to the Holy Ghost
Kinda sad how his story goes (Yeah)
Brody got shot on the block (Oh)
Very sad date for the opps, huh
He tryna cuff on a ***, no
She tryna *** on the squad
Better plan his memorial
Send his ass to the Holy Ghost
Kinda sad how his story goes (Yeah)
She wanna fan me with the drugs (Fan me)
*** off a perc, she start a family with the drugs (Family)
You gon’ get murked, you tried to play me or my girl (Grrah, brrah)
Bro on the shirt, he tried to play me and my thugs (Grrah, grrah)
Fiends at the door, I remember seeing fees at the door
*** runnin’, got the beam, see the Lord
In the dream sippin’ lean, I’ma soar
R.I.P., gotta breathe for the boy
Love letters, man, I really hope she do
Bad ***, light skin attitude
Do anything in the world for you (You)
Hoes like me ’cause I’m too smooth
Match your speed ’cause you’re too slow
Evolve like a Mewtwo
This *** too simple
I get racks like Wimbledon
*** talkin’ ***, put a rack up on his head, now he’s gone
Oh-oh-oo
Prada bags in the Caddy (Yeah), I’ll take care of you
Big bands, they keep adding (Hey)
Choppas, I’ll Mariah Carey ’em (Hey)
Better plan his memorial
Send his ass to the Holy Ghost
Kinda sad how his story goes (Yeah)
Brody got shot on the block (Oh)
Very sad date for the opps, huh
He tryna cuff on a ***, no
She tryna *** on the squad
Better plan his memorial
Send his ass to the Holy Ghost
Kinda sad how his story goes (Yeah)
