Cadillac Caskey

[Intro]
Let's ride, let's ride tonight, let's ride tonight

[Hook]
My homie from the Westside always scoop me in his Cadillac
Hunnid pounds of kush, yeah, officer, this for the cataracts
I be up in Bokey all the time, that's where the savage at
Rap gon' make a million dollars, let me take a stab at that
Cruising through the Westside, I'm inside the Cadillac
She gon' suck your wallet dry, swear that she ain't bad at that
Women tend to lie, when they lie to me, ain't mad at that
I just got my baggage packed, looking for a show, eh - let me grab at that

[Verse 1]
So high in the City of Angels, think I'm at the summit
We out in Cali, I'm constantly blunted
Just ‘cause you got it don't mean you should stunt it
A handful of hunnids don't make you a hunnid
Folks do it all for the Gram, gotta see through the lines
Gotta learn how to tell
Gotta distinguish between the ones who want you down
And the ones who want see you prevail
No way I could fail, Baby just called me
Said, "Cas, when you come back, bring two hunnid bales"
I'm at the grow house in Cali
Like, "Yeah, I could do that, but is that to smoke or to sell?"
Wasn't surprised when he said it was personal
We doing shatter and I grab the nail
I just taught Stunna how to take a dab
He said, "White people crazy as hell!"
Live up to my reputation, getting road head while I'm driving
She know it's my meditation
And the way I'm looking at the competition
Y'all must really be on medication
They ain't fucking with me and they know it
Went from a local dealer to a poet
Went from the Natty Ice to sippin' Moët
We ain't finna blow it, don't need your plug ‘cause we grow it