Avalanche Caskey
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[Intro]
In the kitchen and it's Taysty
[Chorus]
I'm a east side wild boy, dirty south style boy
How long since I ain't been rich? Well, it's been a while, boy
Countin' up the bands, they said I ain't have a chance
Florida born and raised, still my wrist on avalanche
[Verse 1]
Don't make me pull up on yo' bitch ass
'bout that lil money that you owe me 'cause I get cash
Sittin' low inside that Cadillac, I'm an empath
I can't keep no bad energy around me, I put all my problems in a zigzag
But I don't zigzag 'round my problems
In tenth grade, I had too much weight for them to spot him
Once I spot 'em then I got 'em, feel like SpotemGottem
My homie turned his head rеd like the trees in autumn
Blowin' out the tree, I'm sittin' outsidе of Phillips
10K just to eat, I can't think of anything I do that's cheap
Man, my dog served that 'caine up in the streets, I go propane over beats
Both us do our thing so we can bring the feast
And I play for keeps, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
That's why they hatin' on the kid, hate the way I live
Hate that I'm this rich, wish that we was relatives
Yeah, everything is relative
In the kitchen and it's Taysty
[Chorus]
I'm a east side wild boy, dirty south style boy
How long since I ain't been rich? Well, it's been a while, boy
Countin' up the bands, they said I ain't have a chance
Florida born and raised, still my wrist on avalanche
[Verse 1]
Don't make me pull up on yo' bitch ass
'bout that lil money that you owe me 'cause I get cash
Sittin' low inside that Cadillac, I'm an empath
I can't keep no bad energy around me, I put all my problems in a zigzag
But I don't zigzag 'round my problems
In tenth grade, I had too much weight for them to spot him
Once I spot 'em then I got 'em, feel like SpotemGottem
My homie turned his head rеd like the trees in autumn
Blowin' out the tree, I'm sittin' outsidе of Phillips
10K just to eat, I can't think of anything I do that's cheap
Man, my dog served that 'caine up in the streets, I go propane over beats
Both us do our thing so we can bring the feast
And I play for keeps, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
That's why they hatin' on the kid, hate the way I live
Hate that I'm this rich, wish that we was relatives
Yeah, everything is relative
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