Yfn
Yo
Lets
Cris Da Don
Thug shit
Hey
Carlito
W-O, never work with a snitch
Old school coming back with a brick
New moves, new shoes, yeah
Who do's with their hoochies, yeah
On the streets, moving back in
Never lacking, always strapping
No accident, yeah
We come back, niggas got the practice
Never smoke some cactus
Smoke some bomb weed, you can see it in the spatches
Yeah, spatches and spatches
When they whipping in the kitchen
Pulling cashes, yeah
Cash is clean, man, everything's past it
Ah, Carlito
You coming back to me, I think you was a cake, bro
But I'm speaking facts on the flip-flop
And I be pulling jack like you caught a rick, though
Don't slip, though
Quick, though, moving on the packs
Never ever talk with them rats
On the Van Packs and the racks
I put it on, axe in the pack
Carlito
Carlito
Carlito
Yeah
Workin
Run that shit back, run it
Run that shit back, run it
Yeah, I'm making tracks
Like, okay, this is old school, so
Yo, yo
If y'all feelin' me, then let's go
Go, Carlito
Go, Carlito
This is how this shit
Seventies, making y'all tracks, beast resistance
Bringing my kids to the studio, that's persistence
Yeah, tryna make a million
Get my voice on free, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Where the indo
Pass that shit, man, yo
Yo
That's an old school track
Yeah, I carry the whole track on my back
Yeah, got the west on my back
West, on the 9th track
Always rapping about Carlito
Now they're kicking for a f*ckin' indo
How y'all feelin' that
Yeah, yeah, f*ck yeah
Y'all feelin' me
This is crazy
Rap talking for the whole f*ckin' trilogy
Yeah
Carlito
What's up with Carlito
Yeah, you a no show
Yo, we goin' to the top, get your free yo
Ice
Yeah, you know
Pull up with the crew
Yeah, you know
This Carlito, bro
Got my back, old school track
And we bringin' this shit back
This Carlito
West coast, we don't boast
We just D-Roll
Cannot shit, troll
He right next to me, yeah
He ain't nose
Never trippin' over no hoes
Talk about rap
I'm doing it with a boss
Crunch it on her like she a nacho
Carlito
Ay, ay
Carlito, man
What
Ay
Carlito
We got more dough
We got more dough
Ay
Carlito
Ay
Carlito
Ay
Carlito
Yeah, I sell that dough
Man, I'm
Man, I'm starving
Fetch me some Doritos
Young, suave, never drowning
I'm always on top of the wave
Man, some niggas ain't right in their head
That's because they cheat on they meds
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English
Yfn
Yo
Lets
Cris Da Don
Thug shit
Hey
Carlito
W-O, never work with a snitch
Old school coming back with a brick
New moves, new shoes, yeah
Who do's with their hoochies, yeah
On the streets, moving back in
Never lacking, always strapping
No accident, yeah
We come back, niggas got the practice
Never smoke some cactus
Smoke some bomb weed, you can see it in the spatches
Yeah, spatches and spatches
When they whipping in the kitchen
Pulling cashes, yeah
Cash is clean, man, everything's past it
Ah, Carlito
You coming back to me, I think you was a cake, bro
But I'm speaking facts on the flip-flop
And I be pulling jack like you caught a rick, though
Don't slip, though
Quick, though, moving on the packs
Never ever talk with them rats
On the Van Packs and the racks
I put it on, axe in the pack
Carlito
Carlito
Carlito
Yeah
Workin
Run that shit back, run it
Run that shit back, run it
Yeah, I'm making tracks
Like, okay, this is old school, so
Yo, yo
If y'all feelin' me, then let's go
Go, Carlito
Go, Carlito
This is how this shit
Seventies, making y'all tracks, beast resistance
Bringing my kids to the studio, that's persistence
Yeah, tryna make a million
Get my voice on free, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Where the indo
Pass that shit, man, yo
Yo
That's an old school track
Yeah, I carry the whole track on my back
Yeah, got the west on my back
West, on the 9th track
Always rapping about Carlito
Now they're kicking for a f*ckin' indo
How y'all feelin' that
Yeah, yeah, f*ck yeah
Y'all feelin' me
This is crazy
Rap talking for the whole f*ckin' trilogy
Yeah
Carlito
What's up with Carlito
Yeah, you a no show
Yo, we goin' to the top, get your free yo
Ice
Yeah, you know
Pull up with the crew
Yeah, you know
This Carlito, bro
Got my back, old school track
And we bringin' this shit back
This Carlito
West coast, we don't boast
We just D-Roll
Cannot shit, troll
He right next to me, yeah
He ain't nose
Never trippin' over no hoes
Talk about rap
I'm doing it with a boss
Crunch it on her like she a nacho
Carlito
Ay, ay
Carlito, man
What
Ay
Carlito
We got more dough
We got more dough
Ay
Carlito
Ay
Carlito
Ay
Carlito
Yeah, I sell that dough
Man, I'm
Man, I'm starving
Fetch me some Doritos
Young, suave, never drowning
I'm always on top of the wave
Man, some niggas ain't right in their head
That's because they cheat on they meds
Yo
Lets
Cris Da Don
Thug shit
Hey
Carlito
W-O, never work with a snitch
Old school coming back with a brick
New moves, new shoes, yeah
Who do's with their hoochies, yeah
On the streets, moving back in
Never lacking, always strapping
No accident, yeah
We come back, niggas got the practice
Never smoke some cactus
Smoke some bomb weed, you can see it in the spatches
Yeah, spatches and spatches
When they whipping in the kitchen
Pulling cashes, yeah
Cash is clean, man, everything's past it
Ah, Carlito
You coming back to me, I think you was a cake, bro
But I'm speaking facts on the flip-flop
And I be pulling jack like you caught a rick, though
Don't slip, though
Quick, though, moving on the packs
Never ever talk with them rats
On the Van Packs and the racks
I put it on, axe in the pack
Carlito
Carlito
Carlito
Yeah
Workin
Run that shit back, run it
Run that shit back, run it
Yeah, I'm making tracks
Like, okay, this is old school, so
Yo, yo
If y'all feelin' me, then let's go
Go, Carlito
Go, Carlito
This is how this shit
Seventies, making y'all tracks, beast resistance
Bringing my kids to the studio, that's persistence
Yeah, tryna make a million
Get my voice on free, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Where the indo
Pass that shit, man, yo
Yo
That's an old school track
Yeah, I carry the whole track on my back
Yeah, got the west on my back
West, on the 9th track
Always rapping about Carlito
Now they're kicking for a f*ckin' indo
How y'all feelin' that
Yeah, yeah, f*ck yeah
Y'all feelin' me
This is crazy
Rap talking for the whole f*ckin' trilogy
Yeah
Carlito
What's up with Carlito
Yeah, you a no show
Yo, we goin' to the top, get your free yo
Ice
Yeah, you know
Pull up with the crew
Yeah, you know
This Carlito, bro
Got my back, old school track
And we bringin' this shit back
This Carlito
West coast, we don't boast
We just D-Roll
Cannot shit, troll
He right next to me, yeah
He ain't nose
Never trippin' over no hoes
Talk about rap
I'm doing it with a boss
Crunch it on her like she a nacho
Carlito
Ay, ay
Carlito, man
What
Ay
Carlito
We got more dough
We got more dough
Ay
Carlito
Ay
Carlito
Ay
Carlito
Yeah, I sell that dough
Man, I'm
Man, I'm starving
Fetch me some Doritos
Young, suave, never drowning
I'm always on top of the wave
Man, some niggas ain't right in their head
That's because they cheat on they meds
Writer: Joel Joubert
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid