"Cullinan" lyrics
Caskey & Clicklak Lyrics
Pack still comin' in
Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan
Front him 'til the first time that he fumblin'
Then set him up a couple times, it's humblin'
I'ma get it on my own, there's so few I could really trust
Feel like Chris Tucker, obvious that I've been in a rush
If it ain't about a M plus, ain't nothin' to discuss
Must be celibate or somethin' 'cause they ain't fuckin' with us
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
When you hustle all the time, there's no such thing as clockin' in
If my homie miss the first time, he spin the block again
Thought I'm Jadakiss and Styles P, the way I'm lockin' in
Told her, "Throw 'way that Balenciaga, we can't rock with them"
And a thousand horsepower only thing I'm hoppin' in
You can't hop up on this Pete Davidson, you not Kim
Rappers dissin' me and hopin' that they gon' be hot for ten
If I put you in the scope, you ain't gon' ever pop again
Never hit my bitch, just knock that pussy out the bedframe
Paintin' on the wall, that came from Wes Lang
Only court they catch me in is courtside at the Nets game
Came from nothing, but I want everything
Pack still comin' in
Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan
Front him 'til the first time that he fumblin'
Then set him up a couple times, it's humblin'
I'ma get it on my own, there's so few I could really trust
Feel like Chris Tucker, obvious that I've been in a rush
If it ain't about a M plus, ain't nothin' to discuss
Must be celibate or somethin' 'cause they ain't fuckin' with us
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy
Got them packs comin' in and out, we took the paper route
Had a shootout at my hood and I barely made it out
All in, just me and my kin, stolo, flip the van
Make you dizzy how I spin again, then I spin again
Sorry grandma, I sinned again, how could I pretend?
Rollin' over in your grave 'bout the way that I came in
I was on demon time 'fore that nigga clocked in
Would've thought I was a janitor, I snuck the mop in
Said I couldn't bring my chopper, so I snuck the Glock in
Snow bunnies in the drop top, I told her, "Hop in"
Porn stars, on that bullshit like Dennis Rodman
I be countin' all my numbers, you don't want them problems
Pack still comin' in
Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan
Front him 'til the first time that he fumblin'
Then set him up a couple times, it's humblin'
I'ma get it on my own, there's so few I could really trust
Feel like Chris Tucker, obvious that I've been in a rush
If it ain't about a M plus, ain't nothin' to discuss
Must be celibate or somethin' 'cause they ain't fuckin' with us
Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan
Front him 'til the first time that he fumblin'
Then set him up a couple times, it's humblin'
I'ma get it on my own, there's so few I could really trust
Feel like Chris Tucker, obvious that I've been in a rush
If it ain't about a M plus, ain't nothin' to discuss
Must be celibate or somethin' 'cause they ain't fuckin' with us
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
When you hustle all the time, there's no such thing as clockin' in
If my homie miss the first time, he spin the block again
Thought I'm Jadakiss and Styles P, the way I'm lockin' in
Told her, "Throw 'way that Balenciaga, we can't rock with them"
And a thousand horsepower only thing I'm hoppin' in
You can't hop up on this Pete Davidson, you not Kim
Rappers dissin' me and hopin' that they gon' be hot for ten
If I put you in the scope, you ain't gon' ever pop again
Never hit my bitch, just knock that pussy out the bedframe
Paintin' on the wall, that came from Wes Lang
Only court they catch me in is courtside at the Nets game
Came from nothing, but I want everything
Pack still comin' in
Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan
Front him 'til the first time that he fumblin'
Then set him up a couple times, it's humblin'
I'ma get it on my own, there's so few I could really trust
Feel like Chris Tucker, obvious that I've been in a rush
If it ain't about a M plus, ain't nothin' to discuss
Must be celibate or somethin' 'cause they ain't fuckin' with us
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy
Got them packs comin' in and out, we took the paper route
Had a shootout at my hood and I barely made it out
All in, just me and my kin, stolo, flip the van
Make you dizzy how I spin again, then I spin again
Sorry grandma, I sinned again, how could I pretend?
Rollin' over in your grave 'bout the way that I came in
I was on demon time 'fore that nigga clocked in
Would've thought I was a janitor, I snuck the mop in
Said I couldn't bring my chopper, so I snuck the Glock in
Snow bunnies in the drop top, I told her, "Hop in"
Porn stars, on that bullshit like Dennis Rodman
I be countin' all my numbers, you don't want them problems
Pack still comin' in
Park that Lambo Urus by the Cullinan
Front him 'til the first time that he fumblin'
Then set him up a couple times, it's humblin'
I'ma get it on my own, there's so few I could really trust
Feel like Chris Tucker, obvious that I've been in a rush
If it ain't about a M plus, ain't nothin' to discuss
Must be celibate or somethin' 'cause they ain't fuckin' with us
