Casey Veggies - Young n***as lyrics

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Casey Veggies - Young n***as lyrics

[Hook: Casey] Young n***as - we just on our job, doin' it all (young n***as) She's got a house and a car, but she love to f** with young n***as We don't even know who we are (young n***as) You wouldn't even know the things we saw (young n***as) We just live fast, do it all (young n***as) We just spend cash, tryna ball (young n***as) We just hit it fast, then don't call (young n***as) They didn't think we do anything at all, but we right here [Verse 1: Casey] She go to school and she work out, I told her run that Dippin', tires rippin' through the ground and I'll be right back Gettin' dough, she's tryna figure out what I'm involved with She actin' like she sad, attitude clogged, so I piped that Man, I'm sippin' on some sh** that is very strong And it gave the kid hiccups Ain't nothin' wrong with these girls gettin' picked up Damn, I can't keep up my zipper Cozy in my slippers, k**in' sh** off, do it off the richter Go and take a picture if you need a visual Got the type of grind something you can live for Screamin' so loud in hopes that you hear, though I get it back-to-back like Cap Sparrow Young boy so raw, can't have kids though Out in Belgium, made some Euros Go the wrong way, may see an arrow But on the wrong day, things could get terrible Then the road became so narrow I can't think who the f** my hero [Hook: Casey] [Verse 2: Juicy J] My young n***as, they strapped up My young n***as, they down to shoot My young n***as get money too Twenty-two with a Bentley Coupe I've been rich since a young n***a Back then I had old money I'll slide off with your old lady And beat that p**y like it stole from me Get stupid paid - count it up Old school, mounted up Pullin' up on them bad b**hes My paint drip and they're down to f** Got a bad b**h in my car I've got loud in my cigar And this b**h gon' give me brains Soon as I put this b**h in park Rich n***a with a lot of chips Hood n***a with a model b**h My blunt long, my pockets thick My car faster than a rocket ship We turnt up, we takin' off She dressed up, she take it off She bend it over, bust it open I pop a pill, and break her off Young n***as, we thuggin' out My Rolex is flooded out We hit the club, throw a hundred bands Them stripper b**hes be buggin' out All this weed and liquor on my liver, lungs and kidneys b**h I'm ballin' 'til they get me Let's get high and keep it trippy [Hook: Casey] [Outro] She love to f** with young n***as (young n***as) And lately I've been Audi or them Benzes Free my n***as Cas, he got a sentence (got a sentence) Only wife a chick that's independent (independent) I live fast, do it all, man It's checks out of town, so we gone then If you ain't bought your mom a house then you ain't ballin' I got that swag, gettin' cash, sayin' "aw man"

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