Cascade Lyrics
- Genre:Soul
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Smoking good with that back drop
I'm loving the scene
Please geeze no troubling me aroma in the breeze
Squeeze everything from life with ease See
I roll with G's
Sipping on that yak from bags
We too trash
Somebody grab the keys
Now we doing 80 all in an Uber
Driver like our vibes
Had to pull up real quick on the jeweler
Had to get some ice
Had to get froze real quick
Had to get cold it's sick
I picked that piece that cost a lease
And I put it back real quick
The fuck I look like
Humble is free
I hit the bong like
Dont phase me
I've been the type to keep to chill
Unless we working then I keep it trill
But cross me one time
It's the front line
Then I'm forced to keep it real
Especially if there's dollar bills
Blowing smoke until I pass out
I done took the fast route
Man I got some stories to tell
Headed on cash drought
So I had to smoke out
Just to see where I can hail
I Cascade my troubles from my lips
This smoke weighs of pain
That I can't sustain
Cascades from my lips
Sorrows of strain
But I can't complain
Smoke loud see the clouds boy I ain't coming down no
Smoke loud see the clouds boy I ain't coming down no
I said it's been a grip
Since I had to split my rapping lips to pierce this sick
I make a point with precision hits
Too accurate
This top dawg leaves ya roofless bitch
It's like lock jaw when I'm on my shit
Ill rag doll all you Annie's quick
Oooo I spit with a potency
Ain't no controlling me
This verbal assault just charge me
No battery
I needa be locked up for all of this savagery
These niggas stay mad at me
Cuz pimp smack these hoes in bunches
They bent up like doing crunches
I'll slump you over thats toe touches
I'm feeling too lit
Feeling Too flame with the bic
This ink just murders when I print
typo on your life ah shit
control, alt delete that bitch
Simmer down that heat ain't it
I'm full automatic when I load these clips
Hand held power when I flip that switch
Every time I squeeze they hope I glitch
Blowing smoke until I pass out
I done took the fast route
Man I got some stories to tell
Headed on cash drought
So I had to smoke out
Just to see where I can hail
I Cascade my troubles from my lips
This smoke weighs of pain
That I can't sustain
Cascades from my lips
Sorrows of strain
But I can't complain
I Cascade my troubles from my lips
This smoke weighs of pain
That I can't sustain
Cascades from my lips
Sorrows of strain
But I can't complain