Culdesac Lyrics

Ay, slowly I come through the back do', get my proceeds, nigga don't know me

Plottin' on ya next move, somethin' like ya homie who don't really like you

Spiteful, envious, oh my, oh me, I like to

Give it to the world on a teaspoon, he smooth, righteous,

Wonder where the night went, aight now

Somewhere in the light, yeah I'm right there huh

Watch a nigga get off, I get off, I meet freak, skeet skeet, peel off

Pick up twenty four, real Jeff Gordon, hold on

If a enemy see when I lift off, keep one in the head case a nigga wanna, hol' on

Come straight with it like a bad bitch blowout

Me, I been a Mack, bad bitch singing Woah Nah

Tryna get a snack, you are that, baby slow down

Come round way like the ice cream man, what a day, here we go

Know they don't like when I rap like this, get a grip I'm cold

I do anything, it depend on the mood

Put ya man in the news or ya bitch in the nude

Complaining he rude, sip oil that's crude,

You'on really got enough money for the fuel

Nigga you food, you can get stewed

Sticking to the code, I'ma get it tattooed

Posted in the culdesac, tryna figure out a sack, pray I get my money back

What I do?

Got my money back, catch it, throw a quarter back

Damn, do 'em like that? Damn, you'on like that? But you'on know me like that

Posted in the culdesac, tryna figure out a sack, pray I get my money back

What I do?

Got my money back, catch it, throw a quarter back

Damn, do 'em like that? Damn, you'on like that? But you'on know me like that

Shawty from the street, gone stay down,

Bring the work from the gump, she from outta town

I ain't pressed to hit it, billboard bound,

I ain't said nothin', move another noun

I done came this far, ain't no weapon formed

Tell them women form a line, get on your knees

You use your charm might ice your arm

Arms heavy, hunnid, forty up in the duffle

Bag in the trunk eight feet, I pray it ain't a scuffle,

Rather hustle, get a bag.. 'cause I ain't gone pull no track meet

Lately attracting every snack, but them hoes can't Mack me

I be posted in the culdesac, tryna figure out a sack, pray I get my money back

What I do?

Got my money back, catch it, throw a quarter back

Damn, do 'em like that? Damn, you'on like that? But you'on know me like that

Posted in the culdesac, tryna figure out a sack, pray I get my money back

What I do?

Got my money back, catch it, throw a quarter back

Damn, do 'em like that? Damn, you'on like that? But you'on know me like that