Honest ft. Cashmere Thoughts Lyrics

Hem

Cashmere Thoughts is back, yea

That competition is nonexistent, I'm only surfing my lane bro

She hella purty, type, slim and curvy

I'm only here for that brain though

I see you shining, boy do your thang

But don't be swerving all in my lane bro

My girl serving me angles, I'm trying to play with that mango

Need a boat docked at the mangroves

And a penthouse on collins

Used to want a mansion out buckhead

But they done turned the shit to the projects

Known to keep it cool, but still keep a tool in case a nigga think that he 'bout it

Gotta make it home, to my favorite world

Ain't a nigga taking me out it

Strapped up shawty, strapped up shawty

These niggas talkin' that money shit, but ain't racked up 40

I'm sliding down 285, my windows down I'm blowing

Barry White turned hella loud with a bad bitch she going

Going

Barry White turned hella loud with a bad bitch she going

Gone

Barry White turned hella loud with a bad bitch she going

The grass not greener out in California (no)

Analyze the unfamiliar, dawg, they right up on ya (grrtta)

I bet I live through the Ameen's (bet I will)

One up top Ahk, yea, he all mean

Allah's light is what we all need (yea)

I swam out the dark ocean (I did)

They just look cause my art potent

Fascinated with my dark moment's (uh huh)

Gravitated towards a dark omen

I'm from the Westside (Bay Area), where these guns gon' fly God (boah, boah)

Like fly God, Chanel ski gold snarl

I'm no Carl, but my family matters (uh huh)

I have family ties that'll leave your family battered (uh huh)

Grab the colt cobra from the mattress (yea)

Start of fall season is disastrous (what)

Never will I ass kiss (no), watch these rappers back flip (hehehe)

Don't participate with no skills (naw), and that's so trill, fucker