I'm the care man (Squat made the beat)
See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then (B100)
Who am I? Huh, yeah, yeah, I'm the care man
See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then
She bring her partner to the spot, I take care of them
See, I bust one and then I watch, I'm a real player
Look, told my youngin go and air it out and go take care of them
They put real pressure on your block 'cause I take care of them
He 'bout to come pick up a block, go'n take care of him, yeah
You can't sell a nigga rock 'less you take care of him
Look, hit the block, yeah
Phone ringin' early, it ain't even seven o'clock, huh
The early bird get the worm, time to set up shop, yeah, uh
Serve you in a hurry
In the kitchen cookin' pot, thought it was curry, uh, uh
Whip an Audemar, go whip a Rollie, huh, yeah, uh
Run off with that pack, boy, this shit stolen, huh, yeah, uh
I know BG got that stick, see, he barely can tote it, yeah
Kay just hit a lick, best believe I put him on it, uh
Hellraiser, caretaker, soul-taker
I just counted up like three mil', I want some more paper
If you ever piss me off, I'ma want your paper
Uh, if you ever piss me off, I'ma want your paper
Who am I? Huh, yeah, yeah, I'm the care man
See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then
She bring her partner to the spot, I take care of them
See, I bust one and then I watch, I'm a real player
Look, told my youngin go and air it out and go take care of them
They put real pressure on your block 'cause I take care of them
He 'bout to come pick up a block, go'n take care of him, yeah
You can't sell a nigga rock 'less you take care of him
Ayy, you can't sell a dub here, you a dub here
Heard shawty was havin' paper then, yeah, that was him
Ayy, he went broke on that lil' bitch, she say she loved him
I broke the bezel on that bitch, I tried to flood him, huh, uh
I billed the hell out of that lil' bitch, couldn't even afford me, huh (Bitch)
I had to break the one ho phone, she was tryna record me (Give me that shit)
I had to put the Maybach, motherfucker, on Forgis (Skrrt)
I had to flip over that bitch in case she know me
Ayy, who am I?
Caretaker, I fuck up that damn paper
Get 'em whacked now or later, I owe you a hundred favors
They gon' hold me down, anchor, I just got a hundred acres
Hundred pointer 'round my ankle, plus, I'm a soul-taker
Who am I? Huh, yeah, yeah, I'm the care man
See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then
She bring her partner to the spot, I take care of them
See, I bust one and then I watch, I'm a real player
Look, told my youngin go and air it out and go take care of them
They put real pressure on your block 'cause I take care of them
He 'bout to come pick up a block, go'n take care of him, yeah
You can't sell a nigga rock 'less you take care of him
Caretaker, I fuck up that damn paper
Get 'em whacked now or later, I owe you a hundred favors
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