Casey Veggies - Rest Stop Flow lyrics

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Casey Veggies - Rest Stop Flow lyrics

[Verse 1: brandUn Deshay] I got that Alexander the Great type imperial flow bu*terfinger I'm droppin' bars like my signal was low My car full of Os, looking like the cereal bo You hear me everywhere (I'm everywhere) But I ain't stereo doh I hear they waiting for my downfall Talking again sh**, I tell em' fall back like it's autumn again I know you waiting for my reply but that's all that you'll get I got my mind on bigger sh** Tell them adios then Doing this for the n******gs before me Life's a b**h but god forbid that b**h divorce me f**ing with these and one hoes they quick to cross me They found out the hard way I guess they lost me I'm feeling quite bossly now I don't need love Walking on air with my feet up a thousand feet up I've been telling those to speak up because the money talking It's hard to hear with all these honeys talking Everyday I be shining ask the weather man Now it's girls on my jock like a Letterman I'm just doing it the best If that means I'm do it better than you f** it whatever then all day BranDun Deshay [Verse 2: Casey Veggies] I'm chillin' with the homies Real talks, real conversations Most of y'all speaking on what girl that n***a dating I only speak to her and she say she facing I hope she ain't got braces Make her keep going til' I tell her she amazing Casey keep spittin got these haters walking mazes I used to play games now I'm playing for the payment Born in '93 with my girl from the '80s I just say it again to them Lotta n***as try to stop me but I ran through them Lotta n***as didn't believe I wave my hands to them Now everybody know exactly what the man doing Ro-man music pump it loud, go ahead and make it grand to it I just grab my pen and pad and let my hands do it It's Odd Future til' I stop you heard my first music Now when you come and see me rock bring a hurse to it You n***as [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator] Ignorant, Atheist, sound like a f**ing monster Tall, skinny, lanky, buck it, f** it bada** posture Copped some angle wings in hell Where they discounted mounted With the devil, he was formal and some Polo and some Dockers Dancing with him playing vengeance Cindi Lauper with some Crips In all red like they playin' Red Lobster My b**h is white Italian to be exact Mobster is her father and he'll k** me When he finds out im reading her Harry Potter f** him!, Im a Demon fill your daughter up with semen With Supreme emboirderd logos, making fun of h*mos cause its funny Tommy rugby hilfiger screaming n***a with a cluck I'm a f**in' Nazi with a condom, barley give a f** Odd Future Wolf Gang, f** Lame, 91' We hockey f**in' Marksmen, hit you with the Wolf Gang Puck, trucks thunder now shes in the trunk wondering why shes about to get raped and chopped up, lumber He said, write a sixteen, well she was seventeen And I'm only eighteen and that's statutory rape And if you f**in' snitch on me I guess I'll make the great escape To have a date with your dead body and I cannot be late Might do a Ted Bundy, I can consider ya'll some haughtys If they find me at my home, guess I gotta f**in roam All alone ,in the streets, gotta hustle d** for food Gotta sell beats for clothes if I really wanna eat f** you, O.F.M. Bangin' on your mothaf**in' FM f** Tammy f** Tammy

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