Songtext Pncintlofwgkta Casey Veggies

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[Verse 1: Casey Veggies]
This shit is schizo, tell a chick to get low
Yeah that was an insult, sorry for that info
Lookin' at me ridin' round, swag me out, wipe me down
Your bitch is just like a frog and she just be hoppin' around
Whole squad be pipin' it down, that Peas and Carrots, That OF
Gun fights with no vests, get merked off when I blow checks
Ain't talkin' grams but I'm on deck, they talkin' grams I'm focused
This flow sick, you know this, she rolled it like a mosh pit
Imagine that, I had to kick them braggin raps
But right now my swag is a bad ho, magnet
You hesitant and I'm adamant, can't stop this, got the locksmith
In the door, on the scene, cash rules and I'm making cream like

[Hook:]
Niggas see the chains and the bitches and the gold
These niggas [?]
Fuck the bullshit it's time to let these niggas know
Let these niggas know, let these niggas know

[Bridge: Casey Veggies]
Getting money now nigga trust that
Fresh up out the plastic nigga fuck that
Y'all niggas talking shit but y'all won't bust back
Nah!

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]
I'm high as my confidence, nigga sue me
Niggas acting like they part of the action I'm in the movie
Let's get it crackin', young nigga with [?] who Louie
With a hand full of hoochies tryna to stuff em in the hoopty
Yeah I'm bougie, but nigga fuck it do you and I do me
Was frontin' like my new teeth and now they lookin like "Who he? "
Oops this Domo Genesis, Wolf Gang syndicate
Wolf Gang we in this bitch, thick like Brazilian bitches is
Listen kid, this is the part where I'm swearing we win
Money make the world go round I'm preparing to spin
I swear I love LA but when it's ready to end
I'm in New York tossing dimes like I'm Jeremy Lin

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3: Hodgy Beats]
I'm a silent flexer oh, hybrid Lexus [?]
[?] measures, my hybrid's better
Sativa dominant, abolish kids with prominence
Demolish and conquer shit, faggots wanna honor this
I know you see the cars and the whips
Broads and these bitches on my balls and my dick
I'm here for the cash I ain't calling in sick
Next time I pick up the phone, I'm calling in rich
One dollar, two dollar, three dollar, four
One nozzle, two models, three bottles pour
I wake up in the morning like I missed the night before
I know I love my life for sure
You know I fucked your wife, my whore
I'm a fucking animal, that's one hell of a species
I move you niggas out the way with my telekinesis

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 4: Earl Sweatshirt]
Jive pants tattered kicks, Sunday sabbath-less
Lose-lose, 22 caps in that catchers mit
And daddy's absence was the reason why the swagger's
This similar to abstinent ass and you ain't tappin' shit
Who rap rancid as rats acid with four and a
Half rations of horse laxatives down the hatch again
And dip fast as shit with all the cash cackling
Stanzas of the maxes that him have to cut the chatter with
Hard as the wall of Clay Cassius that my back against
Hulk smash brackets that the masses try to stash him in
Half pans labyrinth, half black magic grip
Black flack jacket tap dancing in a passion pit
Golf Wang cut and stitch surgical
Lips slurping that lit purple, my bitch circular
Not giving shits like writers when it's personal
Disgusting as dick burping when it's vertical

[Tyler the Creator:]
(Oh shit that's the end huh
Aww, un uh man, I like talking shit, I feel like P. Diddy!)