Caz - LIGHTS FLICKER Lyrics

(*Coughs*)
(Tell that hoe we are not f*ckin around bitch)
(You can go tell yo whole family that you are so f*ckin obsessed)
(Ahaha man this is a laughing matter)
(And I'm the only one laughing)
Bitch you can go and tell your hoe ass friend that she can suck my dick
Po- po- popping all these percs, sorry I was never listening (hahaha)
Catching all these dividends
I bet you do not understand what I was saying bitch
Retarded motherf*cker, go back to your-
Fathers crib
Where he did not care at all (HAHA)
I'm sorry, you was a distraction from the coke and adderall (whoa)
I did my research on yo past I need a playback call (pfffff)
Cuz if u saw that shit like I did, I can see the fault
Yeh yeh yeh
I done came back with the .45 no kickback stall
Cuz when I'm blasting I want everyone to see you fall (hahaha)
I even want yo pussy mans running down the hall (bye)
I'm making others rappers jealous, on this beat I waltz
Yeh yeh
He might be tall but my words bigger, go figure
VETEMENTS on my shirt cuz I know that I'm sicker
Lights flicker, when I'm with her
Cuz I'm doing her like you never could and I'll make her shiver
Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh
Bands, racks, stacks, mags
Bands, racks, stacks, mags
And you never know, where I'm at
I'm always flying around
I got that f*ckin cash on me
(Ahahaha)
(*breathes*)
(We're cruisin' round in the SRT, right now)
(With yo bitch)
(On my dick)
(See, is that what you like?)
(Lil bitch shut the f*ck up)
Bi- bi- bitch you must be so mad (so mad)
That I came up on this shit like old Holmes had
But it's no mystery (yeh!)
I need that glycerine (yeh!)
Cuz yo bitch could never make me wet, toxicity (hahaha)
That lil slut, need to shut, I give no
Uh f*cks
Spend a bag, then I'll make a bag (make a bag)
Then I'll throw it in yo face
And then I'll make you dance (make you dance)
Free bitch
Freak bitch
You ain't got no mans (haha)
Cuz when he knows, you a hoe
He will understand
Check him, then we'll kick him to he's dead, David Beckham
Then we'll kill your f*ckin slut, thats a lesson
Hahaha, Smith & Wesson
Hahaha, pussy boy shut up
I need to finish my session
(YEH, YEH, YEH, YEH)
(YEH, YEH, YEH)
(YEH, YEH, YEH)
(YEH, YEH, YEH)
Bands, racks, stacks, mags
Bands, racks, stacks, mags
And you never know, where I'm at
I'm always flying around
I got that f*ckin cash on me (hahaha)