Cadillactica

[Produced by DJ Dahi & DJ Khalil]

[Intro]

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac—lac

Uh

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac—lac

Uh

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac—lac

Uh

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac—lac

[Verse 1]

Uh, what you think a real nigga rap for?

So I can roll around in a RAV4? Never that

Cadillac pimped out, fish bowl, true vogues

Fifteens, but I had to go and get two mo'

Whassup, get buck, shake junt killa

DJ booth with the pole in the middle

For the extraterrestrial flexible bitch

See how far these vegetables get us

Pour up, the show up, the focus

The doors ain't typical when they get open, hol' up

You ain't never been sky high

Swear I coulda died when I hopped out my ride

Like four or five times, no parachute

Bungee jump for the loot

Hock a loogie out the roof, what I feel like

Porn on the screen, two hoes on the scene tongue kissin'

You would think my whip dyke

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac—too early for the hook

Not sure if it's the sawed-off pump or the bass in the trunk – (RICKY!) –

That keep a nigga shook

Careful no crook, tell a bitch, “Look.”

How I work the wheel and the crisis

Police behind us my index was grindin' her pussy like rhyme with no timin'

[Pre-Hook]

I think I'm nicest of all (All, all, all, all)

That's the way I feel, bitch! Crawl (Crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl)

Why you showing your grill, bitch? We off (Off, off, off, off)

Our way outta here, don't get lost

I come in peace from somewhere unique

Have no fear, uh

[Hook]

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac—lac

Fuck yo' whip, nigga!

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac—lac

I took yo' bitch, nigga!

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac—lac

Fuck yo' whip, nigga!

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac—lac

I took yo' bitch, nigga!

[Verse 2]

Uh, what you think a real nigga rap for?

So I can roll around with a nympho? Yessir

Twenty five lighters on my dresser, the best of

Versace, Versace, Versace, my bezel

The bass and the treble will beat, ho

Komodo with the four-door when creepin', slow

I pull up on the high side, God give me high five

Every time I holla, " I thank you, Lawd"

Jesus please, don't let the jackers try to take what's mine

Hate to have to black out, reach in the dash to the Lac, ‘fo the Act Right

Cause a nigga act like I'ma just back down

And I'ma put some Vogues on these toes bitch

I blew the back out the trunk with the fifth wheel slump

It's some neon that's red, that's my old shit

But this some cold shit

That my granddaddy wish he could have drove in, then passed down

So in honor of Zebby, I break a ho down like a levee

When I slab 'round in this glass house

See me in it, it was easy pimpin', 'fore you even finish trick or treating trippin', she wasn't even with it, she was outside the Lac tryna ease in it, cus

[Pre-Hook]

She might fall (fall, fall, fall, fall)

It ain't really that high, bitch crawl (crawl, crawl, crawl, crawl)

Why you showing your grill, bitch? We off (off, off, off, off, off)

I'm way outta here, don't get lost

I come in peace from somewhere unique

Have no fear, uh!

[Hook]

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac—lac

Fuck yo' whip, nigga!

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac—lac

I took yo' bitch, nigga!

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac—lac

Fuck yo' whip, nigga!

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac

Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac—lac

I took yo' bitch, nigga!

[Outro]

Slabbin’ ‘round, my windows down, you hear the sound

That sonic boom, that ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bass

That shake your baby momma crib

Pardon me if I phone home 4000 miles away from where you at

If you ain't holdin' back I can take your whip

C-A-D-I-Double-L-A-C-T-I-C-A

C-A-D-I-Double-L-A-C-T-I-C-A

C-A-D-I-Double-L-A-C-T-I-C-A

C-A-D-I-Double-L-A-C-T-I-C-A, K-R-I-T forever

[Skit: Big K.R.I.T. & crew + employee]

Hold up, nigga

Nigga, hit that new spot real quick called Mo' Grease than Beef nigga, see what they hittin' on round this bitch

I heard they got some fried biscuits too, though

Yeah, they be giving them hoes away though, I don’t want no given-away biscuit

Yeah, man, what happenin', welcome to Mo Grease than Beef, what can I get for you, man?

I want a #1, my nigga, but, uh… I don’t see what it is on the menu man, run that shit down for a player real quick

Oh, you want the #1? Shit, well, the #1 come with two sides—shit, you can get some poverty or some famine. And bruh, if you don’t want that famine, nahmsayin, you can always get some low self esteem—or a biscuit

Mmm, nah, I’m good on that, my nigg’, I’m good though…

Say, bruh, I know you wanna take some food home to your baby mamma. You can go and get her the Plan B meal—it come with a free DNA test, two bitchass niggas. Shit, or you can get a biscuit. Best part of all this, it’s already prepared for you, bruh. This shit been sittin’ here all day. Waitin’ on you

Hell nah!