CABBAGE lyrics

[Intro]
Sorry I did you wrong
Sorry  I did you wrong, it had to happen
Sorry  I did you wrong, it had to happen
Ayy, Yaygo

[Chorus]
Sorry I did you wrong, it had to happen (It had to happen)
And  I need all that green, I need the cabbage (I need the cabbage)
I  was down too long, so I had to grab it (I had to grab it)
And they won't touch my chain
I  get to spazzin', oh, I get to clappin' (sh*t, sh*t)
I go to L.A. just for a day to f*ck on a baddie (Yeah, yeah)
I shop in L.A. and I don't do no baggage, I'm so far from average (For real)
She gon' do whatever a young n*gga say, 'cause I am the captain (Yeah, yeah)
I  held that sh*t down, I had me some faith, like I was a pastor

[Verse]
Ain't callin' the officer (For real), I'm grippin' the choppa first (Yeah)
New Rollie a presidential (For real), I make it go in her purse (For real)
Youngin was born to drip, I don't feel like paying for sh*t (sh*t)
I don't feel like paying for sh*t (sh*t), I don't feel like paying for sh*t (sh*t, sh*t)
Up in the finer residential, if you keep poppin' you little (Poppin' that sh*t)
Got a new Draco, mini matte black and it pop like a zit (Zit, zit)
Ride with the gang, ride with the mob like we a family (Like we a fam)
Gang gon' pull up (Gang, gang), wipe out your family tree
All my diamonds ain't got no flaws, this sh*t ten a piece (Look at this sh*t)
All this Off-White on, bet she notice me (Look at this sh*t)
These n*ggas know I'm a bully (Look at this sh*t)
Floodin' your block with some bullets (Floodin' your block)
Don't cross me, I turn to a shooter
Put holes inside your medulla (Yeah, yeah)
Lil' whoadie, he come from the 'Nolia
Gotta keep all my racks 'til it blow up
Young n*gga got a Glock 9, he gon' shoot for free, uh
Take your life for free, uh
Knock your ho wig off, leave it in the street, uh
Leave it in the street
[Chorus]
Sorry I did you wrong, it had to happen (It had to happen)
And I need all that green, I need the cabbage (I need the cabbage)
I was down too long, so I had to grab it (Down so long)
And they won't touch my chain
I get to spazzin', oh, I get to clappin' (f*ck, f*ck)
I go to L.A. and just for a day, to f*ck on a baddie (f*ck on a bad b*tch)
I shop in L.A. and I don't do no baggage (Don't do no baggage)
I'm so far from average
She gon' do whatever a young n*gga say, 'cause I am the captain (Me)
I held that sh*t down, I had me some faith, like I was a pastor

[Outro]
I was a pastor (Ballin' on these bast*rds)
Turbo, yeah
Big guap, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(f*ck the industry)
Say I'm turbo gnarly (f*ck the industry)
Say I'm turbo gnarly (f*ck the industry)
She think that I'm gnarly (f*ck the industry)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, b*tch (f*ck the industry)
(Know I'm in the streets, f*ck the industry)