Lyrics

I like old tunes
In my Old school
80’s baIby
With the soul and the blues
The media too social
You can keep your views
The only likes I give
Is when I pull up
And she nude
Had a Geo before you saw Neo
Got my future in my palm
Like it came from Ms Cleo
The way I quarterback my game
Would’ve thought it was Geno
Make a hater lose his hair
Like the boy is in Chemo
You see that 82 2-tone Seville
Was a lifestyle
Grip the wheel on them leather seats
Summer time
You just wipe down
Scoop a chick to lay pipe
Grab a pillow then bite down
Don’t need to club
Hit the parking lot
With these white walls
Shining like a crown
See that’s leverage
Fly as 2 pelicans
recognize excellence
But they hate a nigga like confederate
When I snatch your broad
When your negligent
Dig the development
This my element
Everything else is irrelevant
When you finally see
That it’s heaven sent
Talking bout this caddy

See the spokes with the white walls
Caddy emblem on top of the hood
No tint when it’s fish bowl
Doin things
That they wishing they could
Don’t need your validation
Because I already know that I’m good
It comes with admiration
When the caddy Emblems sitting
On top of the hood

Front seat like a cockpit
Something fly as an ostrich
The status symbol
With the Caddy emblem
Is Presidential on Barack shit
Monetary on conscience
Ain’t got no time
For no nonsense
Godzilla when the bass kickin
In my trunk is the Loch Ness
The feeling of turning this wheel
And sitting on leather
It’s more like a pleasure
Cuz this a treasure
It must be a blessing
I’m Cleaner the deacons
In church saying Amen
Too cold for a sweater
No one does it better
She leaving her fella
Cuz I changed the weather
now she is wetter
I knew I could get her
when she realized
that I ain’t him
82 my caddy
So one seat can fit two baddies
It can be a bumby ride
I call em my two dandelions
Ain’t no surprise
We do the shit
That you fantasize
As I beat up this road
Like Tyson did Holmes
I just might be a legend with this
My pops had a caddy
Therefore I was destined for this
I may have an old soul
With my more flavor
Than cold stone
No calls when I’m in hustle mode
Tryna get green
Till my pockets mold
As I toss up my deuce
And get back on the loose
Representing my roots
When inside this coupe
Cuz it’s the truth
When im in this caddy

See the spokes with the white walls
Caddy emblem on top of the hood
No tint when it’s fish bowl
Doin things
That they wishing they could
Don’t need your validation
Because I already know that I’m good
It comes with admiration
When the caddy Emblems sitting
On top of the hood