Care Man - YFN Lucci

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