My window is a book, and I'm a f*cking crook
Looking for nooks like it's cranny
I'm the type of nigga to kidnap your granny
And leave her in a cage full of Afghans
Sand niggas, hanging with my group of
We don't touch the land, niggas
'Cause all we do is fly
Niggas get mad when I call out their bullshit like who am I?
Well, I'm Cayden Null, Llun the producer
King of the projects, motherf*cking super
Calling to tell you I just f*cked up like Bradley Cooper
It was the swag, I was so hungover
That caused me not to give a shit like I'm a stoner
Chiller than a dead organ donor
Getting that dirt off my shoulder
The color of my Bugatti is piss stain yellow
Still got niggas saying they hate Bad Mellow
Didn't you hear track 2 with the motherf*cking cellos?
I-Z godly at producing, tell him I said hello
He's such a good mentor and role model
I'm tryna sit in the front row with models
First class shit, that's when I'm gonna be alright
Just wait till I get my money right
Still stressing that I don't f*ck up
'Cause shit can go left field real fast
That's why ya boy always tries
And keep it straightforward like me talking to ops
You a bitch when pressed and you don't have no cash?
That's broken pussy
Your self-esteem is everything, so handle your goodies
Don't make me have to fire ya ass up
I look shy but I swear I've never been afraid, my guy
The blue-bleached Chucks are my black Air Forces
Just how white girls got the Care Bear forces
Jump up when seen like get Air Forces
I act like a white dude hyped on sugar and PCP
But I'm sober and 13
My lyrics are like a guillotine chokehold
Never f*ck with bald-headed niggas calling me a yokel
Get that 360 no scope
You Ain't God Nigga
Shut Up, Be Quiet
Before You Gets Exiled
I'm such a nerd, hit a nigga with the Konami code
Got the Omnitrix on my left wrist like it's a watch of gold
You know who else got a big mouth? My mom, that's where I got it from
Don't be surprised if your semen re-enacts the shit you've done
And that bitch you want?
Nigga, go for it
Get rejected then head on to the next one like it's a level in a game you bought
Game is game, my bruh
This is life and scars
You niggas like being retarded
Not to be such a dick and so open
But bro, I'm honestly appalled at
The way these f*ckers steal all our culture and shit
I'm so over this shit
I write these bars to blow off steam like it's your mother's cigarettes
Still haven't found my next victim yet
Miseducated motherf*ckers like P. Fleming
Tryna get away from you f*ckers like ejection, erection
I'm over here stroking my dick
I'm over here choking this bitch
I'm over here roasting the spit
Y'all bitches can talk about towns and pounds
I can talk random stupid shit for rounds and rounds
And or hours
Still looking for my Ramona Flowers
Thought this was the year but f*ck it, it's on me
I'm on my own dick
I'm just a goofy-ass magician making my own tricks, nigga
This is as far as the rainbow goes, nigga
Get your gold, nigga
Stop acting so old, nigga
Be young and mature at the same time, nigga
You turn 18 and shit, you're out of time, nigga
This ain't a game, this is life, nigga
Cayden. Null? - THAT THING U DO! (remastered) Lyrics
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My window is a book, and I'm a f*cking crook
Looking for nooks like it's cranny
I'm the type of nigga to kidnap your granny
And leave her in a cage full of Afghans
Sand niggas, hanging with my group of
We don't touch the land, niggas
'Cause all we do is fly
Niggas get mad when I call out their bullshit like who am I?
Well, I'm Cayden Null, Llun the producer
King of the projects, motherf*cking super
Calling to tell you I just f*cked up like Bradley Cooper
It was the swag, I was so hungover
That caused me not to give a shit like I'm a stoner
Chiller than a dead organ donor
Getting that dirt off my shoulder
The color of my Bugatti is piss stain yellow
Still got niggas saying they hate Bad Mellow
Didn't you hear track 2 with the motherf*cking cellos?
I-Z godly at producing, tell him I said hello
He's such a good mentor and role model
I'm tryna sit in the front row with models
First class shit, that's when I'm gonna be alright
Just wait till I get my money right
Still stressing that I don't f*ck up
'Cause shit can go left field real fast
That's why ya boy always tries
And keep it straightforward like me talking to ops
You a bitch when pressed and you don't have no cash?
That's broken pussy
Your self-esteem is everything, so handle your goodies
Don't make me have to fire ya ass up
I look shy but I swear I've never been afraid, my guy
The blue-bleached Chucks are my black Air Forces
Just how white girls got the Care Bear forces
Jump up when seen like get Air Forces
I act like a white dude hyped on sugar and PCP
But I'm sober and 13
My lyrics are like a guillotine chokehold
Never f*ck with bald-headed niggas calling me a yokel
Get that 360 no scope
You Ain't God Nigga
Shut Up, Be Quiet
Before You Gets Exiled
I'm such a nerd, hit a nigga with the Konami code
Got the Omnitrix on my left wrist like it's a watch of gold
You know who else got a big mouth? My mom, that's where I got it from
Don't be surprised if your semen re-enacts the shit you've done
And that bitch you want?
Nigga, go for it
Get rejected then head on to the next one like it's a level in a game you bought
Game is game, my bruh
This is life and scars
You niggas like being retarded
Not to be such a dick and so open
But bro, I'm honestly appalled at
The way these f*ckers steal all our culture and shit
I'm so over this shit
I write these bars to blow off steam like it's your mother's cigarettes
Still haven't found my next victim yet
Miseducated motherf*ckers like P. Fleming
Tryna get away from you f*ckers like ejection, erection
I'm over here stroking my dick
I'm over here choking this bitch
I'm over here roasting the spit
Y'all bitches can talk about towns and pounds
I can talk random stupid shit for rounds and rounds
And or hours
Still looking for my Ramona Flowers
Thought this was the year but f*ck it, it's on me
I'm on my own dick
I'm just a goofy-ass magician making my own tricks, nigga
This is as far as the rainbow goes, nigga
Get your gold, nigga
Stop acting so old, nigga
Be young and mature at the same time, nigga
You turn 18 and shit, you're out of time, nigga
This ain't a game, this is life, nigga
Looking for nooks like it's cranny
I'm the type of nigga to kidnap your granny
And leave her in a cage full of Afghans
Sand niggas, hanging with my group of
We don't touch the land, niggas
'Cause all we do is fly
Niggas get mad when I call out their bullshit like who am I?
Well, I'm Cayden Null, Llun the producer
King of the projects, motherf*cking super
Calling to tell you I just f*cked up like Bradley Cooper
It was the swag, I was so hungover
That caused me not to give a shit like I'm a stoner
Chiller than a dead organ donor
Getting that dirt off my shoulder
The color of my Bugatti is piss stain yellow
Still got niggas saying they hate Bad Mellow
Didn't you hear track 2 with the motherf*cking cellos?
I-Z godly at producing, tell him I said hello
He's such a good mentor and role model
I'm tryna sit in the front row with models
First class shit, that's when I'm gonna be alright
Just wait till I get my money right
Still stressing that I don't f*ck up
'Cause shit can go left field real fast
That's why ya boy always tries
And keep it straightforward like me talking to ops
You a bitch when pressed and you don't have no cash?
That's broken pussy
Your self-esteem is everything, so handle your goodies
Don't make me have to fire ya ass up
I look shy but I swear I've never been afraid, my guy
The blue-bleached Chucks are my black Air Forces
Just how white girls got the Care Bear forces
Jump up when seen like get Air Forces
I act like a white dude hyped on sugar and PCP
But I'm sober and 13
My lyrics are like a guillotine chokehold
Never f*ck with bald-headed niggas calling me a yokel
Get that 360 no scope
You Ain't God Nigga
Shut Up, Be Quiet
Before You Gets Exiled
I'm such a nerd, hit a nigga with the Konami code
Got the Omnitrix on my left wrist like it's a watch of gold
You know who else got a big mouth? My mom, that's where I got it from
Don't be surprised if your semen re-enacts the shit you've done
And that bitch you want?
Nigga, go for it
Get rejected then head on to the next one like it's a level in a game you bought
Game is game, my bruh
This is life and scars
You niggas like being retarded
Not to be such a dick and so open
But bro, I'm honestly appalled at
The way these f*ckers steal all our culture and shit
I'm so over this shit
I write these bars to blow off steam like it's your mother's cigarettes
Still haven't found my next victim yet
Miseducated motherf*ckers like P. Fleming
Tryna get away from you f*ckers like ejection, erection
I'm over here stroking my dick
I'm over here choking this bitch
I'm over here roasting the spit
Y'all bitches can talk about towns and pounds
I can talk random stupid shit for rounds and rounds
And or hours
Still looking for my Ramona Flowers
Thought this was the year but f*ck it, it's on me
I'm on my own dick
I'm just a goofy-ass magician making my own tricks, nigga
This is as far as the rainbow goes, nigga
Get your gold, nigga
Stop acting so old, nigga
Be young and mature at the same time, nigga
You turn 18 and shit, you're out of time, nigga
This ain't a game, this is life, nigga
Writer: Cayden Null
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