Casual To Casuals Lyrics

Sting from the top rope nigga I'm slammed

Put it on the spam charge ten for the gram

Shot it broad day but the mech got jammed

Nineteen days with the vid no cam

I jogged back home spent time with the fam

Doubled back hard no cover two man

Pop back out when the money shows hands

I pray for rain when I hit my dance

I cross all plays and I see both ways

I dominate games like three times eight

I made my bed and the bets got laid

I dream intense like a Powerball game

I run so hard my breath out of breathe

So all that's left is a poker face

I take regrets turn into respect

Like a fake shoe showing I rep all day motherfucker

Think I'm lil man oh that's laughable

All the warning signs you hear about me yea they're factual

Rolling up in black no funeral I just move tactical

Ain't no nerfing me I guess I'm causal to causals

Incline steady gradual

If you ain't tapped in yet really I'm just feeling bad for you

Two faces like Zamasu my punches yea I pack a few

Chancey Billups how I feel I'm causal to casuals

Beam on the block see the light not god

Get tight if an opp wanna line that charge

Devastating and my red sight might be a prob

Tapping into a shark aka young Marc

Who can knock it out the park if the call gets dropped

But still touch base overseas coast guard

Too real for a cut or bench just start

Or appeal for the luck in a pinch that part

I been trynna get hip to the new type vibe

But I still can't ride cause I'm jhi not it

So I tell my side only through my eyes

And your optics lied if you say I ain't shit

I don't talk I speak I don't drop I leak I don't punch I piece if the hit say mid

Took me a few minutes getting right Thibs

You mad I'm random on the note like libs woah

Think I'm lil man oh that's laughable

All the warning signs you hear about me yea they're factual

Rolling up in black no funeral I just move tactical

Ain't no nerfing me I guess I'm causal to causals

Incline steady gradual

If you ain't tapped in yet really I'm just feeling bad for you

Two faces like Zamasu my punches yea I pack a few

Chancey Billups how I feel I'm causal to casuals

I'm just having fun

Target on the run

Monster with the tongue

Icarus under the sun

Either fly or dying young

Smart and stressed or going dumb

Doesn't matter picking one doesn't matter picking one

Pick your poison

George Pickens

Either way you can catch this fade

Cunning points when I feel like Cade

Charlemagne when I'm throwing shade

Getting hip to the kid who sick

No sickle cell just syncopate

Sickle cell just syncopate