Cartel - LeAm

Yeah!

I might ball out

Full court

Bad little bitch from the start

I gotta' get me a cart

Need a Ferrari

A matte, black car

I feel like a God

She loves to ride

But I need a push to start

Ah

Pushing me down to succeed

Did you need me?

Everyone, now, way to busy thievin'

I’m coming down

Don’t say it if you don’t mean it

Look at me, now

My heart cold like a demon

(Okay!)

She just sucked my life

So I took her life

Made her go night-night

Now, she gon' sleep tight

PABLO do you right

Never do him wrong

PABLO on the mic

PABLO on this song

Told that bitch that

We don’t get along

Why’d this snitch cap

Sucking on my dong?

Fuck your sitcoms

I’m real TV

Fuck all your moms

They want my D

I can’t be caught

Out here lacking

I’m always on

I nevr sleep

Yeah!

I can’t die with this power!

Woah!

So aliv;

fuck a downer!

Bubble butt

Taste like chowder

Rubbed my nuts

Then devoured

I’m a slut

For the hour

Hit her gut

Then her schnauzer

Yeah!

I might ball out

Full court

Bad little bitch from the start

I gotta' get me a cart

Need a Ferrari

A matte, black car

I feel like a God

She loves to ride

But I need a push to start

Ah

Pushing me down to succeed

Did you need me?

Everyone, now, way to busy thievin'

I’m coming down

Don’t say it if you don’t mean it

Look at me, now

My heart cold like a demon

(Okay!)

He had a wig

And I split it

I copped a brick

And I flip it

I stay in the kitchen

I tell him business is business

Tint on the windows

This whip is not rented

Don’t fuck with kids

I’m not kiddin'

Treat me with respect

You know how I run through my city

Bitch, I’m a pimp and a hustler

Keep two hoes by my side

Like Angel and Libby

I cannot tell no lie

You know I’m way too high

You see me eye to eye

We won’t make it out alive

I stay steppin' with my poles

I can’t keep no one close

I change hoes like my clothes

I cannot love no more

Fuck all the fame

Just give me all the money

Woah

Niggas want me dead

Fuck around

It’s getting bloody

Woah

Gang ties;

run it real deep

Keep it one hundred

She gon' act like she don’t love me

She just keep running

Woah

Yeah!

I might ball out

Full court

Bad little bitch from the start

I gotta' get me a cart

Need a Ferrari

A matte, black car

I feel like a God

She loves to ride

But I need a push to start

YEAH!

Push to start!

(Skrrt!)

Hold up, I feel just like a star!

(Woah!)

Restart it;

restart it

Yo, run it back

(Woo!)

Last year, I really cut off all my friends

You know, it’s family until it ends

All of my haters hop onto my trends

Look at my face and you best not pretend

For years, they tried to get inside my mind

For years, they tried to tell me all these lies

Like I won’t catch them acting all surprised

Buddy, you better pick on your own size

Oh, it’s a nightmare or is it a dream?

So, someone please tell me what’s happening!

(Yeah!)

What’s happening?

Oh

What’s happening?

(What is?)

Oh

Oh

Oh, yeah

Yeah

(The end!)

(This is not love!)