1800

Lyrics

[Verse 1] You don't know a clique wild as us Comin' up on my block was rough Big shit, hundred shots with us One gun was just not enough Catch me hoppin' out of coupe shit I was the same nigga on the dollar bus While y'all count me out, I was countin' up Tryin' to count me in, now you're outta luck Strapped down and my dollars up I'm Giuseppe'd down, my bitch Prada'd up Rest in peac to my nigga Diggs He lookin' down and he proud of us A QB of sour cost a thousand bucks For the whole P, thirty-five and up No "Roc," I'm Mr. Maryland I'm Mr. Turn a Ounce to a Audi Truck Fuck you know about Hazard County? Come out here and we caine slangin' Shit get real – no, we ain't fakin' That strap help me keep maintainin' Been out here for like twenty years My nuts drag and my chain's swingin' Y'all County niggas never been to Cali, nigga But you claim you was gang-bangin'? Uh, I don't like none of y'all Flex, I do it in front of y'all Famous but still be with niggas With bangers to shoot everyone of y'all You don't want none involved My goonies don't wanna brawl They rockin' with choppers, get sent to the doctor Like, "Look what they done to y'all!" [Hook] How you want it? Nigga, my block 1800 18 goons with 18 K's, that's 1800 I do the white Remy, I don't drink on that 1800 These Giuseppe's and they damn near cost me 1800 I'm a Cave G nigga, I keep it 1800 Half P of sour cost 1800, I'm crazy blunted Three hundred a Glock, six Glocks cost you 1800 Come through my block, see the way we run it, we 1800 [Verse 2] First you had my attention Now your chances look narrow At the light like Harold Have you starin' down a barrel Hit you with a bow and arrow Roc icy, I'm the Pharaoh I'ma paint the Charger all blue Then go and cop wifey the Camaro Damn, who you think this is? Grown man, I don't speak to kids I need the Rollie with the red face To show me what day of the week it is Outta town like every week Don't ask me how me weekend is Can't tell a snitch nigga shit They don't know what a secret is Damn, y'all hella wack On Eloise I been to hell and back Got my first whip off sellin' crack Got my first crib off battle rap If the money's there, that's where I travel at I hit your ho and then travel back I gave her hits, no platinum plaque I don't want your bitch, you can have her back Ball hard, no Steph Curry Peacot and this Burberry Copped a mink off trap money I'm in the field and my fur dirty Cave Gang, nigga, 7:30 Shout out to my niggas 7:60 Blue hundreds and they hella crispy Fifth of vodka, who effin' with me? Cave! [Hook] How you want it? Nigga, my block 1800 18 goons with 18 K's, that's 1800 I do the white Remy, I don't drink on that 1800 These Giuseppe's and they damn near cost me 1800 I'm a Cave G nigga, I keep it 1800 Half P of sour cost 1800, I'm crazy blunted Three hundred a Glock, six Glocks cost you 1800 Come through my block, see the way we run it, we 1800