C-A-R-A-V-E-O
First name: Ryan, middle name: bandito
Yeah, since a Mijo
I've been ahead of steelo
Hand on the wheel rolling like an armadillo
Front to the back, yeah
I got the place lean and riding
Shawty in a beamer feeling like I'm Willie Beamen
Money super loud, feeling like my skrilla screaming
Yeah, they wet and wanting more
I guess I got them Aquafining
So, pleased to meet you
I'm the dealer of the dope
I proceed to serve it up whether you feel it or you don't
What I do? Get them hooked, then I reel them to the boat
You don't like it? You can suck it until you feel it in your throat
Black shades, looking flashy and cool
In class, they would say I never grasped all the rules
I turned in all my homework on the last day it's due
Now, I'm throwing up that paper like the last day of school
And we ain't really worried about a thing
Whatever's in my cup got me feeling like a king
I came in with my gang
Now I'm standing on your stove
Drank so much schlager that I'm coughing up gold
But we ain't really worried about a thing
Whatever's in my cup got me feeling like a king
I came in with my gang
Now I'm standing on your stove
Drank so much schlager that I'm coughing up gold
Now, let them think
Now, let them look
Make them all wonder what happened to the hook
Now, put your hands up when that bass drop
And I'm going to let you all know my name
Just in case you all forgot, it goes
C-A-R-A-V-E-O
First name: Ryan, middle name: bandito
Yeah, my flow is frio
Ten degrees below
My steelo be colder than the Eskimos
Don't ask me, though, because I know it very well
Living like a fairy tale in case you could barely tell
This beats harder than me inside of a rare Chevelle
Trying to spark a pair of Ls while I park it parallel
Now, put your fucking hands up in the air and yell
Now is not a time to give a care about your hair and nails
We're rolling deep and you could even compare Adele
I'm not a liar, man, I'm flyer than the parasail
Hell, we going stupid and dumb
Now, feel that bass hit your shoes to the roof of your gums
And I'm already juiced
I mixed a goose with the rum
I'm seeing all these chicks double
I ain't choosing just one
And we ain't really worried about a thing
Whatever's in my cup got me feeling like a king
I came in with my gang
Now I'm standing on your stove
Drank so much schlager that I'm coughing up gold
But we ain't really worried about a thing
Whatever's in my cup got me feeling like a king
I came in with my gang
Now I'm standing on your stove
Drank so much schlager that I'm coughing up gold
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