paroles de chanson Cab Catching (Freestyle) - Yung Dusty

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Yung Dust

I aint stopping til my name up in them nominees
See em tryna peep my game
But still aint on to me
Do em in clean
Turn a bitch into some laundry
Really split a muhfucka wig into some cottage cheese
If that's how it gotta be
That's how it gotta be
Could tell if you real or you fake
Boy I could spot a G
I aint with that quick tagging along
Nah you is not with me
Know Imma always keep it thoro
Like my name Prodigy
Can't just shake it up
Once them hands is played
You could bet that Dusty standing 10
Until I'm standing 8
Boy I been use to the heat
But I aint standing shade
Stick to this Money Mi$$ion
Rest In Peace my brother Camden Made
Know I'm putting on for you
Until my hairs grey
If I see my brothers hungry
Imma share plate
I be seeing different faces when I stare straight
Giving up all of my time
But it's a fair fate
I can only tell the truth
When I'm in the booth
All these bitches do is lie
When they going live
Find another waste of time
Cause it's going by
If I'm going anywhere
You know I'm going fly
Aint no shortys in the spot
Then I'm aint gon slide
I don't come from Alabama
Exit smooth lil bitch I roll tide
No need to really question none my people
Cause I know mine
I already know they half watch
I saw the whole time
I know who I am
But I aint cocky
Bitches getting caught red handed
You'd thought they eating takis
I get right up to the point
And you can't block me
I been always living By The Code
Like my name Blocky
(Shoutout Blocky)
Beat the beat up
Rocky
Even if I lived inside some cardboard
You can't box me
They don't know what the fuck Dust saying
How the fox be
Make sure you get paid from clocking in
I see em clock me

They say Dust it took a minute
But I'm back in it
Now I got em shook up with it
Like they back-spinning
Any time I drop some shit
You hear that track spinning
Now yo bitch all in my dm's
She say That's giving
Massachusetts
New England
Worcester on the come up
Where you at with it?
Tryna make it so when Dusty drop
They feeling like the Pats winning
Make your future bright
Especially if your past twisted
But if you claim that you want more
Then why yo ass sitting?
Hit the beat can't watch my mouth
Imma spazz on it
Got the older folks mad
They like dag gonnet
Why they stay hating on me?
I'm like dag nabbit
I'm just shitting on these beats it aint a bad habbit
I can't even look around
Cause I see mad acting
Why you throwing shade
If you don't plan on throwing jabs at him
Talking all that shit
And you'da swore they wanted mad action
Then they throwing up they hands
And look like they was cab catching