Host by Kid Caprio Lyrics
(Chorus)
You're now riding with the pro's
Bitches lining at my shows
Chest S when it's showtime
Homie that's just how it goes
Used to flex in my old whip
But now I'm riding in the Roll's
Face timing with my old bitch
When I say "old"
I'm adding quotes
Homie we don't take jokes
Bitch you better take notes
You don't like the way I do it
But you can't hate on the results
I can't fuck with all that part-time
So you better get ghost
Hit your head when it smokes
Shit I been a lit host
(Verse 1)
A to B to X
X to RB
I think I found me a combo
Say that we the best
I say hardly
Cause you ain't heard my song so
Bitch I'm starting my bomb mode
I'll have you wrapped in carpet
Like a poncho
I got the dogs barking
Like Alonzo
I need two OZ's
To help with my endeavor
If all you gots codeine
Whatever what nice weather
Cause I like west coast women
And tell me what vibes better
Than all the money you want
And rocking a bowtie sweater
Yuh yuh
No I never gave a fuck
What I lost I made it up
Tried to offer me some help
But then they hated on my luck
I ain't want all this success
I just wanna make a tape
They all saying I'm the best
Everything I make is great
I know it's not true
Plus I didn't want it to be
Can't appreciate a Benz if
You've never had to drive a hooptie
(Chorus)
You're now riding with the pro's
Bitches lining at my shows
Chest S when it's showtime
Homie that's just how it goes
Used to flex in my old whip
But now I'm riding in the Roll's
Face timing with my old bitch
When I say "old"
I'm adding quotes
Homie we don't take jokes
Bitch you better take notes
You don't like the way I do it
But you can't hate on the results
I can't fuck with all that part-time
So you better get ghost
Hit your head when it smokes
Shit I been a lit host
(Verse 2)
I'm back with Bacardi
I'm crashing the party
Just laugh with the audience
"God you're too much"
If it's too obvious
Then they'll just copy us
But I'm astonishing God with these nuts
Tell em to swallow
And gobble
Then bust
And you best have your foot
On the throttle with us
I am not the type to bring a bottle to fuss
Are we drinking it
Or are we locking it up
Would've seen a fit
If you'd been dropping your cup
I'd be mad as fuck
Don't waste a drop of this stuff
Smoking weed and then I'm coughing it up
And I don't give a fuck
Til' my coffin is shut
Yuh
Better lock it with a chain over
That'll be the day I stay sober
Where is my high five
Guy
I been riding with same motor
Odor of success
They don't want the motive
On the drug test
Take the time to notice
I'll get snuck next
All you bitches hopeless
Talking bout sex
I get more than most you
Not a contest
I been more than close to
Dropping bomb threats
You don't want it homie
Sorry I'm blessed
I ain't ask for it
Got me all stressed
If I had a better voice
I'd be Mike
Moonwalking
Dancing all night
But I guess I just gotta be me
And I guess that being me is alright
(Chorus)
You're now riding with the pro's
Bitches lining at my shows
Chest S when it's showtime
Homie that's just how it goes
Used to flex in my old whip
But now I'm riding in the Roll's
Face timing with my old bitch
When I say "old"
I'm adding quotes
Homie we don't take jokes
Bitch you better take notes
You don't like the way I do it
But you can't hate on the results
I can't fuck with all that part-time
So you better get ghost
Hit your head when it smokes
Shit I been a lit host
You're now riding with the pro's
Bitches lining at my shows
Chest S when it's showtime
Homie that's just how it goes
Used to flex in my old whip
But now I'm riding in the Roll's
Face timing with my old bitch
When I say "old"
I'm adding quotes
Homie we don't take jokes
Bitch you better take notes
You don't like the way I do it
But you can't hate on the results
I can't fuck with all that part-time
So you better get ghost
Hit your head when it smokes
Shit I been a lit host
(Verse 1)
A to B to X
X to RB
I think I found me a combo
Say that we the best
I say hardly
Cause you ain't heard my song so
Bitch I'm starting my bomb mode
I'll have you wrapped in carpet
Like a poncho
I got the dogs barking
Like Alonzo
I need two OZ's
To help with my endeavor
If all you gots codeine
Whatever what nice weather
Cause I like west coast women
And tell me what vibes better
Than all the money you want
And rocking a bowtie sweater
Yuh yuh
No I never gave a fuck
What I lost I made it up
Tried to offer me some help
But then they hated on my luck
I ain't want all this success
I just wanna make a tape
They all saying I'm the best
Everything I make is great
I know it's not true
Plus I didn't want it to be
Can't appreciate a Benz if
You've never had to drive a hooptie
(Chorus)
You're now riding with the pro's
Bitches lining at my shows
Chest S when it's showtime
Homie that's just how it goes
Used to flex in my old whip
But now I'm riding in the Roll's
Face timing with my old bitch
When I say "old"
I'm adding quotes
Homie we don't take jokes
Bitch you better take notes
You don't like the way I do it
But you can't hate on the results
I can't fuck with all that part-time
So you better get ghost
Hit your head when it smokes
Shit I been a lit host
(Verse 2)
I'm back with Bacardi
I'm crashing the party
Just laugh with the audience
"God you're too much"
If it's too obvious
Then they'll just copy us
But I'm astonishing God with these nuts
Tell em to swallow
And gobble
Then bust
And you best have your foot
On the throttle with us
I am not the type to bring a bottle to fuss
Are we drinking it
Or are we locking it up
Would've seen a fit
If you'd been dropping your cup
I'd be mad as fuck
Don't waste a drop of this stuff
Smoking weed and then I'm coughing it up
And I don't give a fuck
Til' my coffin is shut
Yuh
Better lock it with a chain over
That'll be the day I stay sober
Where is my high five
Guy
I been riding with same motor
Odor of success
They don't want the motive
On the drug test
Take the time to notice
I'll get snuck next
All you bitches hopeless
Talking bout sex
I get more than most you
Not a contest
I been more than close to
Dropping bomb threats
You don't want it homie
Sorry I'm blessed
I ain't ask for it
Got me all stressed
If I had a better voice
I'd be Mike
Moonwalking
Dancing all night
But I guess I just gotta be me
And I guess that being me is alright
(Chorus)
You're now riding with the pro's
Bitches lining at my shows
Chest S when it's showtime
Homie that's just how it goes
Used to flex in my old whip
But now I'm riding in the Roll's
Face timing with my old bitch
When I say "old"
I'm adding quotes
Homie we don't take jokes
Bitch you better take notes
You don't like the way I do it
But you can't hate on the results
I can't fuck with all that part-time
So you better get ghost
Hit your head when it smokes
Shit I been a lit host