Huh
Cardo Got Wings
Cardo shit, ya know?
Bitch I'm dreamin' 'bout the cake
Choppa with a scope, put it to your face
All I know is hate
I don't wan' hop in the bank
Find a bitch I rate
Uh
[Chorus]
I smoke on blue dream, you smoke on irene
Double G my feet, I've been high all week
Hotbox don't live windows up, ridin' 'round in a Bentley truck
Big ass gun, F&N, load it up and let it bust
Pray to god that all these drugs work
And if they don't I'll prolly kill my plug first
The pills I take will prolly take you off this Earth
Outta space off the Percs with a slur
[Verse 1]
I weigh the money, no countin'
I think I need an accountant
I'm rockin' shit that ain't out yet
Revenge, Revenge
I'm movin' slow off the Hi-Tech
Breathe out, breathe in
Choppa, bullets to your stomach
Bleed out, wheezin'
[Open Verse]
[Intro] Huh Cardo Got Wings Cardo shit, ya know? Bitch I'm dreamin' 'bout the cake Choppa with a scope, put it to your face All I know is hate I don't wan' hop in the bank Find a bitch I rate Uh [Chorus] I smoke on blue dream, you smoke on irene Double G my feet, I've been high all week Hotbox don't live windows up, ridin' 'round in a Bentley truck Big ass gun, F&N, load it up and let it bust Pray to god that all these drugs work And if they don't I'll prolly kill my plug first The pills I take will prolly take you off this Earth Outta space off the Percs with a slur [Verse 1] I weigh the money, no countin' I think I need an accountant I'm rockin' shit that ain't out yet Revenge, Revenge I'm movin' slow off the Hi-Tech Breathe out, breathe in Choppa, bullets to your stomach Bleed out, wheezin' [Open Verse] Explain Request ×
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