
Casually Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
WAKE UP I TURN ON MY Scale
Aways think bout the bag, getting green like CJ
When I walk in the club, and I wanna hear my music
Don't pay for plays, just ask the DJ
You give her ones, but I'ma give her dubs
Don't talk to me, bitch, I ain't chasing no love
Im popping two pills at once
Tryna act gangsta, but you cried at lunch
Only the money attract me
Money don't fall off of trees
That's why my trap swinging
Niggas be throwing up z's
But I know some niggas in the chain
Gang real life bangin
You police or what
Just like a band-aid, nigga, I stay in the cut
I need an extra cup
This lean and beans got me so fucked up
Bitch, I gotta slide, gotta make some cheese
Now gotta go ahead and find me a eater
I be thinking bout the past
Everybody put me last
I just stack up, try not to remember
I was a rebel
The devil was leading me
My heart colder way more than December
I know I'm gon' go up
You Niggas be iced out
Nigga, you doing bad, gotta do better
I'm living that lifestyle
How you check in to another nigga hood
And you gotta get checked out
That's just how it be
Bitch, I ain't finna play no game with you
We ain't playing hide and seek
Ain't win no lottery
Why the fuck these niggas keep throwing shots at me
Going up like an astronaut
As you can see, I do this casually
Bitch, I'ma trapper
I can't talk to you
But stay right by my phone
Really wanna be left alone
Go hard in the streets, ain't going home
Ain't pop one, but still lastin long
At the top, light hills have eyes
These niggas small fries like five guys
How the Fuck your hips, don't match your thighs
Wake up, I turn on my scale
Always think bout the bag
Getting green like CJ
When I walk in the club
And I wanna hear my music
Don't pay for plays, just ask the DJ
You give her one's , but I'ma give her dubs
Don't talk to me, bitch, I ain't chasing no love
I'm Popping two pills at once
Tryna act gangsta, but you cried at lunch