[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]
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This shit is schizo, tell a chick to get low
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Yeah that was an insult, sorry for that info
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Lookin' at me ridin' round, swag me out, wipe me down
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Your bitch is just like a frog and she just be hoppin' around
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Whole squad be pipin' it down, that Peas and Carrots, That OF
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Gun fights with no vests, get merked off when I blow checks
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Ain't talkin' grams but I'm on deck, they talkin' grams I'm focused
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This flow sick, you know this, she rolled it like a mosh pit
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Imagine that, I had to kick them braggin raps
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But right now my swag is a bad ho, magnet
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You hesitant and I'm adamant, can't stop this, got the locksmith
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In the door, on the scene, cash rules and I'm making cream like
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[Hook]
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Niggas see the chains and the bitches and the gold
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These niggas ?
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Fuck the bullshit it¡¯s time to let these niggas know
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Let these niggas know, let these niggas know
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[Bridge: Casey Veggies]
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Getting money now nigga trust that
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Fresh up out the plastic nigga fuck that
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Y'all niggas talking shit but y'all won't bust back
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Nah!
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[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
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I'm high as my confidence, nigga sue me
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Niggas acting like they part of the action I'm in the movie
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Lets get it crackin', young nigga with ?? who Louie
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With a hand full of hoochies tryna to stuff em in the hoopty
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Yeah I'm bougie, but nigga fuck it do you and I do me
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Was frontin' like my new teeth and now they lookin like "Who he?"
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Oops this Domo Genesis, Wolf Gang syndicate
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Wolf Gang we in this bitch, thick like Brazilian bitches is
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Listen kid, this is the part where I'm swearing we win
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Money make the world go round I'm preparing to spin
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I swear I love LA but when it's ready to end
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I'm in New York tossing dimes like I'm Jeremy Lin
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[Hook] + [Bridge]
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[Verse 3: Hodgy Beats]
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I'm a silent flexer oh, hybrid Lexus ?
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? measures, my hybrid's better
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Sativa dominant, abolish kids with prominence
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Demolish and conquer shit, faggots wanna honor this
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I know you see the cars and the whips
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Broads and these bitches on my balls and my dick
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I'm here for the cash I ain't calling in sick
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Next time I pick up the phone, I'm calling in rich
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One dollar, two dollar, three dollar, four
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One nozzle, two models, three bottles pour
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I wake up in the morning like I missed the night before
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I know I love my life for sure
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You know I fucked your wife, my whore
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I'm a fucking animal, that's one hell of a species
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I move you niggas out the way with my telekinesis
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[Hook] + [Bridge]
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[Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt]
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Job pants tattered kicks, Sunday sabbath-less
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Lose-lose, 22 caps in that catchers mit
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And daddy's absence was the reason why the swagger's
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This similar to abstinent ass and you ain't tappin' shit
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Who rap rancid as rats acid with four and a
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Half rations of horse laxatives down the hatch again
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And dip fast as shit with all the cash cackling
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Stanzas of the maxes that him have to cut the chatter with
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Hard as the wall of Clay Cassius that my back against
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Hulk smash brackets that the masses try to stash him in
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Half pans labyrinth, half black magic grip
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Black flack jacket tap dancing in a passion pit
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Golf Wang cut and stitch surgical
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Lips slurping that lit purple, my bitch circular
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Not giving shits like writers when its personal
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Disgusting as dick burping when its vertical
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[Tyler the Creator]
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(Oh shit that's the end huh
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Aww, un uh man, I like talking shit, I feel like P. Diddy!)
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PNCINTLOFWGKTA
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Casey Veggies |