Cafe Mixed w the Anti (Walahh)

Lyrics

[Intro: Elcamino] Haha, yo, yo, yo, yo, hm, hm, uh, yo, yo [Verse 1: Elcamino] It's deeper than life, ain't happen overnight, stereotypes I represent for cats who wasn't livin' right I done spent many nights, watchin' fiends get high Smokin' weed, gettin' drunk, watchin' my dreams pass by The dope won't sell long as we on the block Son slid through, we shot off his head, and made it hot (Pah, pah, boom, boom, boom) And I sped off last week, just counted up 100 of that bread loaf And just went and iced out my wrist so I'm dead wrong All VVS's but the Maybach two-tone (Skrr) These niggas think they hot, these pussy niggas stay lukewarm, uh I'm 'bout to fuck the nigga bitch with my tool on Better not walk up in my crib wit' yo' shoes on, uh Put on my slow jams, I'm gettin' my groove on 40 on me, still I'll let you pick up your tombstone, uh (Hahaha) The Henny told me who to move on (Who to move on) In the crib gettin' money off two phones, uh, yo I'm quarantinin' with my jewels on On a God level, I feel like I can't even do wrong [Verse 2: Billie Essco] Ay, jewels on, look I feel like I can't even do wrong Look, I was a young visionary, I had Cartier dreams I had Cartier frames since 2013 First I lost 'em and I found 'em then I lost 'em again Then I broke them shits twice and never got them shits fixed I'm 'bout to cop another pen, put some ice on the rim All black buffies, roll down the Benz window, it's gettin' stuffy Too much smoke in the air, too much money Too much fire, G, too much YG playin' when Blood get to playin', my niggas get to wildin' And when I'm pickin' up the checks, I get to smilin' Where I take my bitch next, she gon' get excited Loungin' in the Eaves chair, she gon' get to ridin' Clappin' like thunder and I'm 'bout to spark this lightnin' First round get this shit punchin' like Tyson Waitin' for a knockout, lookin' for opportunity to pop out Go for the attack and take the hop out (Woo)