Cascade Lyrics

I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, uh

I'm a young fly nigga always speeding in some fast

I live my life incredible, I always do the dash

Pass me the drum and now, I'm wildin' out, we comin' for your stash

How you got it on the post, but always asking me for cash

I like my chick to do the most, but never more than she got ass

And I was aiming for her glasses, but I landed on her lash

I'm a ghost up in these streets, I'm like St. Patrick, need a Tasha

I get high and then I tweak, I swing my dreads like I'm a rasta

Spaghetti chop, cause if it's beef, we turn the nigga to some pasta

And if that little bitch is a freak, you know mi casa es su casa

She get to twerking on her knees, she off Patron mixed with some casa

Bckend Dre, I throw up B, my bloody G, shout out my father

If I ever take a L, I do not count it as a loss

I think of it as a lesson, it pay the cost to be the boss

At the table splitting chicken with my brothers like Rick Ross

I swear every day I'm hustling, tryna break the bank

Niggas wanna be a kingpin, but can't move up the ranks

Off the drank, I think it's sweetened, or maybe it's the dank

She a good girl through the week, but on the weekends she a skank

I'm the king of the hill, I might just change my name to Hank

You need it done, I'm Tommy Bunz, but I get busy with the shank

All black fit, I'm 101, I'm sharp as hell just like I'm Blade

Bitches rolling in my way, I treat they ass like Cascade

I'm in this bitch like sweetness, designer kicks, but I don't skate

I'm a clipper just like Blake, lob his ass, he wanna fade

I watched him eat in front my face, know every dog he got his day

He indulging in the product, call his lil ass Franklin Saint

Inside I'm smoking on gelato, outside my whip is candy paint

I'm just a young fly nigga, always speeding in some fast

I live my life like I'm incredible, I always do the dash

Pass me the drum and now I'm wilding out, we coming for your stash

How you got it on the post, but always asking me for cash

I like my chick to do the most, but never more than she got ass

Get it, like fix your attitude, bitch

Ghost up in these streets, I'm like St. Patrick need a Tasha

I get high and then I tweak, I swing my dreads like I'm a Rasta

Spaghetti top, cause if it's beef, we turn a nigga to some pasta

And if that lil bitch is a freak, you know mi casa es su casa

She get to twerking on her knees, she off patron mix with some casa

Bckend Dre, I throw up Bs, my bloody G

Shout out my father, I tell my life on all these beats

That nigga there is an imposter, for real