YFN Lucci – Care Man lyrics

[Intro]
I'm the care man (Squat made the beat)
See, I got bitches come and fuck me every now and then (B100)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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?

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Caretaker, I fuck up that damn paper
Get 'em whacked now or later, I owe you a hundred favors