Calliko "1985"

Verse 1:

Pulled up in a whip thats foreign

Met a bad bitch she foreign

U ain't sippin what we pouring

Say y'all ballin but which one of ya'll scoring

Y'all ain't puttin no numbers on the board

Get caught and get to singing like u tryna hold a chord

I be dressed n shit niggas really can't afford

Y'all be stressing over pussy i get head when I'm bored

Sit back and twist while i hit u wit this mac shit

Clear ya mind let ya thoughts be absent

I can teach u how to poke em no cactus

And make em go and get the dough and bring it back quick

(how quick?)

Quicker than usain bolt

Have u in first class we ain't seeing coach

I'm in orlando downtown on the peddle boat

I'm a star u couldn't see without a telescope

Fresh dressed like I'm selling dope

Niggas be hatin cuz they hella broke

Pull up on em at the light creeping hella slow

Triple gold let em count up each and every spoke

Bitch ass niggas

How could u not want me to be a rich ass nigga

Started movin slow i had to get cash quicker

Got my own shit now i ain't tryna rap wit ya

Cuz when i had nuthin

Niggas wasn't callin

Hoes wasn't bussin

Shows was comin

Dj ain't know me

Nigga i was out struggling

Nigga i was just hustlin

Had to make a name for my self

Started saving money to pave the way for my self

Fuck a hand out i don't want no help

When u try to do right they wanna steer u left

But i got that 4 wheel drive

Im the type to twist sum kush up just to kill time

Vibe positive even tho i gotta ill mind

I'm just waiting on em to step on this landmine

Gotta show em thats it my time

I need that blimp telling me that the worlds mine

Until then I'm just a hippy in sum ty dye

Feelin like jordan in his prime watching from the sideline