Caitlin Clark Lyrics

I have a gun

Oh boy, Caitlyn clark

She look like an angel

So I said, yo

Is she a demon on a clock

I wanna make her mine, but I think I'm too short

1v1 her, she smoke me like a newborn

She can really handle some balls

If you thinkin' what I'm thinkin

I wanna use a sip of what I'm drinkin

I could burn some ink and bottle

Look around at my other

What the frog eyes

Don't fuck with me, I got mild size

I could show Caitlyn Clark

Can she be messin' with the wrong guys

I'm one of those

I can write you a song, guys

I'm not one of those

I call my dog, guys

I wanna get to know my woman

On a spiritual level

Cause they are the real ones

Men just like to hate and try to get a reaction

I hope my music gets traction

And every dollar I make Caitlyn Clark get a fraction

No, I ain't cappin

You made a man out of a ballin

And I make a man out of rappin

We can fight clearly in Manhattan

Baby, settle down where we're at

We're just startin

Let's do some sexy line

But when I'm directin

The bartender

She can't give me a beeper

She got me screamin

Damn, like a beeper

In elementary school

I was the line leader

And I hold a contract

They care for women beaters

Man, I would do everything

To have Caitlyn like birds

But she really get to me

And I'll sing her a song

Hopefully she sings along

And I hope she loves to play me like a game