Flaws by Kaine Carter Lyrics
[Intro: Kaine Carter (& Mucci Gane)]
(Rolled up in a 1974 Cadillac. I was a player back then)
You crazy bro
(You know what I mean? I had them bitches)
This old nigga tripping
(I was pimping but I stopped though)
*laughing*
(That ain't right. You gotta treat the women with respect, you know what I mean?)
[Pre-Chorus]
Everybody gather around, gather around and see...
[Chorus]
Oh you riding for them niggas in the store?
Stealing bread and backwoods and I'm jetting out the door
Intuition say you lying finna tell that bitch to go
The homie D got mad, got his girl
Sniffing snow
Sniffing snow
[Verse 1]
Run up on the dope
Run up on that coke
Choppa lined from the trees
Head is dotted with the scope
Run up on a nigga, let it click click
Run his ass back like a stick shift
200 in sight, I got on my lights
I'm taking a chance like homies with dice
Doing my dance, tabs in Sprite
Electric pop, a nigga feel right
Do it in spite of hate, dislikes
Finessing the foes losing the fight
Never losing the fight
Never losing
[Chorus]
[Post-Chorus]
Slide up in them pockets, push your wallet to the side
Always getting dirty on the southside
-ide
-ide
[Verse]
Who the boy with the old pants and the dreams?
That little nigga take a bold chance rolling greens
Who the youngin' barely getting by like the fiends?
Aesop from 8th grade - stop - what he mean?
Who the kid up in the boat?
Who the student on the bus?
Tell me why the world float?
My feet never moved once
Who the boy ducking anticipations
Who the face of the youth?
Who the next XXL rapper wipper snapper speaking truths?
[Bridge]
Y'all just average
Y'all don't want no action
Music blasting, bitches laughing
Blunts passing, niggas scrapping
That's the shit that happens
Shit just happen
(Beat steady slapping)
[Verse 3]
Keep fucking up every which-a-way, cut it
So much I start fucking up in some different ways, hundreds
Feeling like dozens of thousands
My conscience watching and scowling
Voices in my head howling and I'm still standing
[Chorus]
(Rolled up in a 1974 Cadillac. I was a player back then)
You crazy bro
(You know what I mean? I had them bitches)
This old nigga tripping
(I was pimping but I stopped though)
*laughing*
(That ain't right. You gotta treat the women with respect, you know what I mean?)
[Pre-Chorus]
Everybody gather around, gather around and see...
[Chorus]
Oh you riding for them niggas in the store?
Stealing bread and backwoods and I'm jetting out the door
Intuition say you lying finna tell that bitch to go
The homie D got mad, got his girl
Sniffing snow
Sniffing snow
[Verse 1]
Run up on the dope
Run up on that coke
Choppa lined from the trees
Head is dotted with the scope
Run up on a nigga, let it click click
Run his ass back like a stick shift
200 in sight, I got on my lights
I'm taking a chance like homies with dice
Doing my dance, tabs in Sprite
Electric pop, a nigga feel right
Do it in spite of hate, dislikes
Finessing the foes losing the fight
Never losing the fight
Never losing
[Chorus]
[Post-Chorus]
Slide up in them pockets, push your wallet to the side
Always getting dirty on the southside
-ide
-ide
[Verse]
Who the boy with the old pants and the dreams?
That little nigga take a bold chance rolling greens
Who the youngin' barely getting by like the fiends?
Aesop from 8th grade - stop - what he mean?
Who the kid up in the boat?
Who the student on the bus?
Tell me why the world float?
My feet never moved once
Who the boy ducking anticipations
Who the face of the youth?
Who the next XXL rapper wipper snapper speaking truths?
[Bridge]
Y'all just average
Y'all don't want no action
Music blasting, bitches laughing
Blunts passing, niggas scrapping
That's the shit that happens
Shit just happen
(Beat steady slapping)
[Verse 3]
Keep fucking up every which-a-way, cut it
So much I start fucking up in some different ways, hundreds
Feeling like dozens of thousands
My conscience watching and scowling
Voices in my head howling and I'm still standing
[Chorus]