Caravan

Album cover art for "Caravan" by Kipp Stone

Kipp Stone - Rap

Caravan

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Uh huh, Uh huh Ay, uh huh [First Verse] My first drink was some shitty vodka, Chamtaka In a shitty hotel room, me and my partners And a couple thotties Young n wildin' I'm only fifteen, with no fuckin' license But, Mamma got that new GMC and she let me drive it I'm rollin' weed, my bitch hands on the wheel That's autopilot I'm pushin' 85 and puffin' on some ultra-violet Red and blue lights behind us We pull aside and switch drivers Young n Wildin' I'm still nobody problem Could be Shootin' and robbin', dealin' And hood rat hobbies But see, I only sell caine to a beat Only ever banged on a freak, Ay Teacher never gave a F about me Skipped class, started hangin' with Gs, Ay Slayin shit I wear my pain on my sleeve Love that match I need a pair OGs, Aight? Kept the score just so everyone can see A look can tell you everything you need to know about me About me Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Young and Wildin' [Second Verse] Basement party with the hoolies smell of yack and doobies A couple cuties throwin' booty getting lit to Juvie My back on the wall, she got to windin' Right then, my dick began to heighten Risin' my shit a cut a diamond We pack the whip with 9 or 10 and shoot to her crib On some hot boy shit, music wammin', no hands on the wheel Showin' out for them bitches And all the homies got missions tonight Well except for one Uh, cause he got too fuckin' drunk Hah! Lame ass nigga Wait your dumbass in the care while I go in and slide Only gonna tell you this shit one time, look alive And hit my line if someone pull up, you got one job And give me 30 minutes, make it 45 She get me up to that room and her clothes disappear Like 20 minutes in I'm tryna find that rubber in my wallet But that bitch ain't here I go and look in the living room heard some keys in the lock I'm in a tee and some drawers A hard dick and one sock I jump straight through the screen window And land on some rocks The neighbor's dog was outside He made a scene and start barkin' So I jump up hit the feet And took the gate with no problem I parked a few houses down Right off the back street Got to the car, my nigga sleepin' in the back seat Joy ride, cruisin' east side Where the freaks at? Only thing that's on my mind Where the trees at? Livin' everyday like the weekend Livin' everyday like the weekend Joy ride, cruisin' east side Where the freaks at? Only thing that's on my mind Where the trees at ? Livin' everyday like the weekend Livin' everyday like the weekend Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

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Credits

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  • Kipp Stone