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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wyann Vaughn
Wyann Vaughn
Background Vocals
Justin Scott
Justin Scott
Vocals
Ledarryl Gaston
Ledarryl Gaston
Vocals
Santiaugo Gathright
Santiaugo Gathright
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Scott
Justin Scott
Composer
Dacoury Natche
Dacoury Natche
Composer
Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
Composer
Daniel Tannenbaum
Daniel Tannenbaum
Composer
Dave Foreman
Dave Foreman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dahi
Dahi
Producer
DJ Khalil
DJ Khalil
Producer
Brian Boland
Brian Boland
Recording Engineer
Nathaniel Alford
Nathaniel Alford
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tony Rey
Tony Rey
Mixing Engineer
Keith Dawson
Keith Dawson
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac-lac, uh
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac-lac, uh
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac-lac, uh
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac-lac, uh
[Verse 2]
What you think a real **** rap for?
So I can roll around in a RAV4? Never that
Cadillac pimped out, fishbowl, true Vogues
Fifteens, but I had to go and get two more
What's up? Get buck, shake junt killa
DJ booth with the pole in the middle
For the edge of the rest to go flash up a bitch
See how far these vegetables get us
Pour up, the show up, the focus
The doors ain't typical when they get open, hold up
You ain't ever been sky high
Swear I coulda died when I hopped out my ride
Like four or five times, no parachute, bungee jump for the loot
Hock a loogie out the roof, when I feel like it (Feel like it)
Porn on the screen, two hoes on the scenes tongue kissin'
You would think my whip dyke
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, too early for the hook
Not sure if it's the sawed-off pump or the bass in the trunk
That keep a **** shook
Careful no crook, tell a bitch, "Look"
How I work the wheel in the crisis
Police behind us my index was grindin' her pussy like rhyme with no timin'
[PreChorus]
I think I'm nicest of all
That's the way I feel, bitch, crawl
Why you showing your grill, bitch? We off
Our way outta here, don't get lost
I come in peace from somewhere unique
Have no fear, uh
[Chorus]
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac-lac
Fuck your whip, ****
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac-lac
I took your bitch, ****
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac-lac
Fuck your whip, ****
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac-lac
I took your bitch, ****
[Verse 3]
What you think a real **** rap for?
So I can roll around with a nympho? Yes, sir
Twenty-five lighters on my dresser
The best of Versace, Versace, Versace, my bezel
The bass and the treble will beat, ho
Komodo with the four-door when creepin', slow
I pull up on the high side, God give me high five
Every time I holla, "I thank You, Lord"
Jesus, please, don't let the jackers try to take what's mine
Hate to have to black out, reach in the dash to the 'Lac, for the Act Right
'Cause a **** act like I'ma just back down
And I'ma put some Vogues on these toes, bitch
I blew the back out the trunk with the fifth wheel slump
And some neon that's red, that's my old shit
But this some cold shit
That my grandaddy wish he could have drove in, then passed down
So in honor of Zebby, I bring a ho down like a levee
When I slab round in this glass house
See me in it, it was easy pimpin', 'fore you even finish
Trick or treating trippin', she wasn't even with it
She was outside the 'Lac tryna ease in it
[PreChorus]
'Cause she might fall
She ain't really that high, bitch, crawl
Why you showing your grill, bitch? We off
Our way outta here, don't get lost
I come in peace from somewhere unique
Have no fear, uh
[Chorus]
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac-lac
Fuck your whip, ****
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac-lac
I took your bitch, ****
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac-lac
Fuck your whip, ****
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac
Cadillac-lac-lac-lac, Cadillac-lac-lac-lac-lac
I took your bitch, ****
[Outro]
Slabbin' round, my windows, down, you hear the sound
That sonic boom, that ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bass
That shake your baby mama crib
Pardon me if I phone home four thousand miles away from where you at
If you ain't holdin' back I can take you whip
C-A-D-I-double-L-A-C-I-C-A
C-A-D-I-double-L-A-C-I-C-A
C-A-D-I-double-L-A-C-I-C-A
C-A-D-I-double-L-A-C-I-C-A, K-R-I-T forever
Written by: Dacoury Natche, Daniel Tannenbaum, Dave Foreman, Justin Scott, Khalil Abdul‐Rahman
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