Lyrics You Ain't Heard - Caine Casanova

DrumDummie made the beat
So you know this bitch retarted

Ah, loaded with this target in it
We can turn this hot box
To a murder if all y'all get in it
Hop onside the E-way
And I'm swerving, maxing all the limits
Pull up on this bitch like she be worth it
But my dog done hit it
You ain't heard? We on it nigga

Bitch don't send me paragraphs
I won't read em'
Don't give a fuck about these hoes
Man I don't need em'
Nigga keep moving they gon' trap you
If you don't leave em'
What's gotten into Boogs?
Whatever's in him, won't leave him
Bitch I've been battling changes
Full of anger, I just feel like driving
Brenda through some fucking batting cages
I ain't see my father til' my mother-fucking graduation
Only got my granny and my aunties
Besides them, man my family full of fucking haters
You ever worry bout yo chance of going to heaven?
I was so worried cuzz, I had to call a reverend
Even the pastor went the same road I was headed
If he can make it out, pussy nigga then I'm destined
Bitch it's still time, I'll be fine, judgement day is on the line
You ever seen a murder scene and listen to yo people cry?
These feelings that you feeling
Others go through that shit all the time
Keep yo head strong, you still alive while everybody's dying
We just borrowing this time
So we gotta' give it back
I'm surrounded by the crime
So I gotta tot a strap
I be riding all at night
Niggas know where I be at
I'm finna' stuff another Raw
And throw it back into the pack (Ha!)
Grab a dutch, get some pressure
Bucci finna' roll some up
Doja is the only thing that seems to keep my feelings shut
Pistol tucked, don't know that I'm holding
But that's good for luck
Keep my Smithy on me
You won't see it 'less I gotta up

Loaded with this target in it
We can turn this hot box
To a murder if all y'all get in it
Hop onside the E-way
And I'm swerving, maxing all the limits
Pull up on this bitch like she be worth it
But my dog done hit it
You ain't heard? We on it nigga

Bitch I'm from Columbus
Where they kill for nothing
Smoking all these woods cuzz
And I need to get another Russian
And I can came from shit, so bad I wrote it
Watching geeks get on the Cota
They ain't know Lil' Boogs be like that
He gon' fuck a nigga over
Bitch I been hopping out a Benz
Superman like Kent
Where I went, I won't go again
I can't go back in
Bitch it's Riverside, Floor 9
Awe y'all got me bent
They had me eating with the psychopaths
So y'all gon hear me vent (Nigga)
And I ain't see my father for a min nigga
Bad enough that I don't barely know you
Where you been at nigga? (Fuck you been at nigga)
Man fuck that nigga
Isolate myself cause ion' fuck with niggas (Yea)
And my opp had killed himself, that's just one less hating nigga
My ex had turned me crazy
I been tweaking from it lately
I just someone that love me, who I can talk to on the daily
Heard a nigga wan' rush me
I got shooters for you waiting
And I think my city's cursed 'cause nobody seems to make it (Nigga)

Loaded with this target in it
We can turn this hot box
To a murder if all y'all get in it
Hop onside the E-way
And I'm swerving, maxing all the limits
Pull up on this bitch like she be worth it
But my dog done hit it
You ain't heard? We on it nigga

Bitch, pussy ass nigga
OVX shit