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[Intro ? & DJ Drama] Yeah Big shout out to Live Mixtapes Yeah Can't forget Datpiff Uh uh Cannon Shout to Complex Magazine Check it Shouts to [?] Magazine Shout the homie Sway MTV The Cannon [Verse 1 ?] Chief Rocka, now throw up your sets like cheep vodca The sneaks proper No feet locker Your freak jockers [?] hit so deep, her knees lock up Pussy is good as peach cobbler And she good off the dome, like freestylers Unique talent [?] laced up to keep balance [?] don't need stylests Baby girl, don't worry 'bout what he [?] My stroak [?] I be speaking in [?] Bending you, then dicking you, then icking you But not if it's seafood In the hеat of the moment, I eeps cool Outhbeach, facе diving in the clean pool E on the top floor sweets, on the phone with my [?] 'Bout to cop floor seats to the game Dang, who would've thought a few years back We would cross the gloab Rocking shows with these here raps Gotta admit, I wasn't tryna hear that Way better than working at [?] You fell off tryna chase trends We always [?] 'bout to get [?] London, Denmark, Switzerland, France My California accent's getting her damp So I [?] Yeah You know I rocked her Yeah 'Cause the [?] proper Yeah No one's hotter Yeah [Verse 2 ?] Picture me rolling in the S-Class Benz I got no love for these niggas, I don't wanna be friends I got some boys in the pen, that got appointments to tend [?] put some poison with pens, get your boy [?] Watch me bring it all full circle [?] cheese burger niggas, let the tool work [?] play goon, never let the [?] Niggas talk murk, then they go and pull Urkel, it's all commertial It's just rehearsal Think niggas wearing urple Ou crabs in the barol, [?] [?] keep you in check, how you supposed to earn [?] They don't get you, it's gon' be the [?] from the [?] Word to the [?] I got it all figured out [?] so my niggas never sitting out You doing good if the hate come out a niggas' mouth Twist they top like soda, til it fizzle out [?] We all shine, even homies taking pictures now [?] this is what the foneies bitch about 'Cause we bring they bitches out Then I smoke the [?] [Verse 3: Casey Veggies] Pac Div, CV, it's about that time Hold up, let me get out my rhyme I'm a king, lil mama, welcome to my shrine You should come to the show, gotta stand in line Get your hands up, after you pull your pants up Had [?] on me, I'm Santa With my heart on my sleve, stick out like [?] [?] I'm giving niggas answers This hip-hop, but it sound like an [?] Just last month, we was out in Atlanta Up in our sections, like fuck all that stressing I'm the youngest in the [?] Casey Veggies [?] [?] young nigga reppin, it's a [?] lesson For you haters tryna test him Hustle real hard, can't even waste a second My nigga need a hand, best believe I'm a bless him I'm a bless him [Verse 4 ?] And I'm a bless him But don't stress him Bitch I'm an asshole, you see my rectom You can't catch him Hard to follow I spit that red rum Hard to swallow That's what your girl's for That's what she known for I leave her throat saur Then show her the front door We on a world tour My nigga CV And yes, we do it like we doing it for TV I run shit like the VP Crush niggas like a DT You want heat, come and see me