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

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

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´

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