[Intro: Casper TNG]
Yeah, uh, ayy
(Harmonics made a hit)
That Seasick
[Chorus: Casper TNG]
How I came up, drill
When I had nothin' to sell
My whole hood know I'm for real
Your whole hood know I'm for real
The fake love they show, it don't mean shit
I'm like Jaylen Brown on my green shit
I'm high, I'm smokin' that pack
That gas on land but I still feel seasick
[Verse 1: Casper TNG]
People tell me I'm evil like three-six
And it's funny 'cause people ain't seen shit
Bro' going through trial, hope he beat it
Locked up, I was feelin' defeated
Same time I was chillin' with demons
Now I'm home and I'm still too conceited
Made a way, I just had to believe it
Baby, give me someone to believe in
If a bitch gon' play, then a bitch gon' play, nigga, that was never really your bitch
And Casper, he got no time, I'm sorry, not sorry, I'm tryna get rich
And your man ain't gettin' no money, got his life savin' on my wrist
And your mans ain't gettin' no money, but his friends gon' keep getting flipped
You a bad lil' mama, don't trip
Don't try to go through my texts
You want that Dior dress, I get that shit shipped in express
All alone in the cell, it's stress
Thinkin' the days I was rockin' a vest
Thinkin' the days I can hop in the Benz
Bitch, it's a shame I got locked in the feds
Yeah, uh, ayy
(Harmonics made a hit)
That Seasick
[Chorus: Casper TNG]
How I came up, drill
When I had nothin' to sell
My whole hood know I'm for real
Your whole hood know I'm for real
The fake love they show, it don't mean shit
I'm like Jaylen Brown on my green shit
I'm high, I'm smokin' that pack
That gas on land but I still feel seasick
[Verse 1: Casper TNG]
People tell me I'm evil like three-six
And it's funny 'cause people ain't seen shit
Bro' going through trial, hope he beat it
Locked up, I was feelin' defeated
Same time I was chillin' with demons
Now I'm home and I'm still too conceited
Made a way, I just had to believe it
Baby, give me someone to believe in
If a bitch gon' play, then a bitch gon' play, nigga, that was never really your bitch
And Casper, he got no time, I'm sorry, not sorry, I'm tryna get rich
And your man ain't gettin' no money, got his life savin' on my wrist
And your mans ain't gettin' no money, but his friends gon' keep getting flipped
You a bad lil' mama, don't trip
Don't try to go through my texts
You want that Dior dress, I get that shit shipped in express
All alone in the cell, it's stress
Thinkin' the days I was rockin' a vest
Thinkin' the days I can hop in the Benz
Bitch, it's a shame I got locked in the feds
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.