Ca$ino

Album: Ca$ino (2026)
Charted: 37
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  • Shoot through your car door
    Shoutout to Cardo

    I'm havin' trouble with my 911
    Smoke in your chest and I know it weigh heavy
    I'm out of a ride, dog, you gotta come get me
    Why she always talkin' like she understand me?
    I fuck with the nerds, on stage, I go Lenny
    I don't have family, so why keep a palace?
    My nigga Dave bought so many watches
    I went and got one and I didn't even dial it
    All of the niggas around me is humble
    I beat the odds, so I'm more prima donna
    Shawty a wifey, we hike up the hills
    She got a man, so I hold like Solana
    Bitin' my tongue while I rack up the bills
    Lately, I'm numb, not complainin' about it
    I'm helpin' fine shit buy up her body
    I just cleared a million, it didn't excite me
    I know that drum like I'm friends with Scott Bridgeway
    My dog, he just catch a flight out of Midway
    I might just get up with y'all mañana
    Whatever y'all heard of last night is just hearsay
    The gay homie said you niggas is buns
    Whatever you're doin', that shit is not givin'
    Shawty chose up on a whole 'nother nigga
    The way that she moving, it's just unforgivin' (huh, huh, huh, huh)
    Let's get it (huh, huh, huh, huh, shee, shee, shee, okay)
    Raised by the wolves, I grew up Ca$ino
    My nigga, I barely had parents (okay)
    I tell Diana my secrets
    That's really my twin, like I look in the mirror (okay)
    Used to have the day right
    But it's an incredible feelin' to face all your fears
    (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
    Shawty, what's up with your lifestyle?
    You're movin' too loosely, I thought you was Vogue
    Nigga, you tweaked in my absence
    Who new on the playlist? Go cut out that noise
    I'm back on my business, I'm feelin' alive, ah, we killin' 'em boys

    La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

    Yank that fuckin' chain off, my shit more subzero
    That boy better have Allstate, please don't be a hero
    Might pop out in camo, I tango in all white
    They keep playin' on my name and I just play it off, like
    I'm raised in Ca$ino, dog, that desert changed me
    If I ever did you dirty, would you even blame me?

    Should I take the high ground?
    Nowadays, I'm more outraged, this time I can't just lie down
    My bitch did some evil things, I got one on the side now
    You won't kick it when my album drop, you 'bout to strike out
    Fuck around and find out, yank these fuckin' chains off
    Ain't no soldiers in this rap thing, turn this shit inside out
    Yes, I'm talkin' crazy, you can fuck around and find out

    Ayy, when grandma died, I hit the 95 to get some closure
    I wouldn't say I took it well, I walk around bipolar
    I think I cried a million times, I'm human fuckin' sue me
    These days, I barely had a heart, I just accept the truth
    See, Sharon always taught me keep shit unapologetic
    I got the world on my shoulders, I risk my life to live it
    I got a list of bitch-ass niggas that I'm not forgivin'
    I'll even cut my family off in this new life I'm livin'

    Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)
    Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)
    Strut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la)
    Strut, hey, fight, go (la)

    You bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?
    You bitch-ass niggas grow up yet?
    Yes, bitch, I'm talkin' to you, actin' like I got somethin' to prove
    Fuck all y'all niggas, I couldn't see Sharon 'cause I was locked in that booth
    I watched my grandma die in the house I bought, I'm livin' my truth
    I hit rock-bottom when I was gone and now I got nothin' to lose
    I keep both scars, I feel new pain and I don't even do tattoos
    That boy, he gotta be tired, he kickin' that same old story
    Relivin' that same old glory, be lucky he came before me
    Here's a wish for the world to adore me
    'Til I realized that's that broke shit, these niggas got H. Pylori
    Can you niggas even stomach my story?
    So fuck you niggas, I said, "When I come, I'm takin' that chain"
    I ain't never been no nigga that stared at the wall and prayed that shit was gon' change
    Looked my pops in the eye, I made a decision, it's best to remain estranged
    At this point, I'm a little deranged
    Bitch, I was raised to sit in that rain (bye)

    Strut, hey, fight, go (la, la)
    Strut, hey, fight, go (ayy, mama, they shit the bed)
    Strut, hey, fight, go (ayy, mama, they shit the bed)
    Strut, hey, fight, go (la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la) Writer/s: Dominik Patrzek, Elias Rahbani, Hykeem Carter, Ronald LaTour, Scott Bridgeway, Teo Halm
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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