Lyrics
[Intro]
(Yeah)
(Grrt-bow)
(Cashmere Chaos, bitch)
[Chorus]
I got cashmere on my skin but the chaos in my veins
Talkin' slick behind my back, we can settle it in lanes
.40 cal on my waist, make a nigga catch a case
Pussy talkin' out his neck, I'mma put him in his place
Cashmere on my skin but the chaos in my veins
Talkin' slick behind my back, we can settle it in lanes
.40 cal on my waist, make a nigga catch a case
Pussy talkin' out his neck, I'mma put him in his place
[Verse 1]
Yeah, they said I wouldn't make it, look at me now, ho
Talkin' all that fuckin' static, better pipe down, hoe
I was in the trenches with the wolves, had to get low
Now a nigga runnin' up them checks, watch the shit grow
You a bitch-made pussy, never held your fuckin' weight
I was servin' circles while you sittin' at the gate
Fuck the opposition, I don't never hesitate
Leave a motherfucker leakin' right there on the pavement
All that fuckin' rappin' but you never did a bid
I was in the county with the killers, that's some real shit, kid
Talkin' 'bout you run the city? Nigga, please, you a joke
I'll put six in your chest, have your momma buyin' smokes
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Run up on me wrong and see a demon let it blow
Run up on me wrong and see a demon let it blow
[Chorus]
I got cashmere on my skin but the chaos in my veins
Talkin' slick behind my back, we can settle it in lanes
.40 cal on my waist, make a nigga catch a case
Pussy talkin' out his neck, I'mma put him in his place
Cashmere on my skin but the chaos in my veins
Talkin' slick behind my back, we can settle it in lanes
.40 cal on my waist, make a nigga catch a case
Pussy talkin' out his neck, I'mma put him in his place
[Verse 2]
Fuck a rap beef, I'm outside, what the fuck you sayin'?
Talkin' all that hot shit 'til you see me in your space, man
I don't give a fuck about a feature or a fuckin' chain
I'm about a check and seein' opps up in the fuckin' rain
Drop his ass, no hesitation, watch his body fuckin' drop
Heard your last mixtape was garbage, you should fuckin' stop
I been puttin' work in since a jit, you a fuckin' mop
Scrub the floor with your whole label, make that money pop
Niggas talkin' 'bout they killers but they never touched a pole
I was twelve years old with a strap, that's some shit you'll never know
All that internet gangster shit, that's for the fuckin' birds
I'm the type to air a building out without a single word
[Bridge]
Yeah
Fuck all that talkin'
Let it sing
[Pre-Chorus]
Run up on me wrong and see a demon let it blow
Run up on me wrong and see a demon let it blow
[Chorus]
I got cashmere on my skin but the chaos in my veins
Talkin' slick behind my back, we can settle it in lanes
.40 cal on my waist, make a nigga catch a case
Pussy talkin' out his neck, I'mma put him in his place
Cashmere on my skin but the chaos in my veins
Talkin' slick behind my back, we can settle it in lanes
.40 cal on my waist, make a nigga catch a case
Pussy talkin' out his neck, I'mma put him in his place
[Outro]
(Grrt)
(Cashmere)
(Chaos)
(Bow)