[Intro: Kasher Quon]
(Keep that shit lowkey, Tae)
Kasher Quon
Let's go
Alright, alright, alright
You feel me?
[Verse 1: Kasher Quon]
Stu' in the crib, I'm talking wet through the headphones
Nigga ran off, now his name on a tombstone
Hit the road with some pills, you know I'm getting the blues gone
Sleepin' on Kasher, wake up, what you snoozin' for?
You know that card gon' decline, what you use it for?
Never shot a gun, so why the fuck you carryin' it, bro?
This bitch got some fire-ass pussy, I'ma marry this ho
I only smoke exotics, I don't like Larry no more
I guess that bitch went to shave, it ain't hairy no more
So used to runnin' from the police, it ain't scary no more
I'm in a Trackhawk, they ain't catchin' me
And I just wastеd seven hundred on a Louis tee
In thе strip club throwin' ones, smacking booty cheeks
Dawg switched up for some fame, that's just how it be
I can't give you no free sauce, ain't showin' you how to eat
I can't give you no free feature, I get paid to speak
You at your job complaining, ain't get a raise this week
This bitch just said, "Can I hold twenty?" I get paid next week
Don't need that petty twenty dollars back
This a hundred dollars, just bring me some Backwoods back
Quit lean, but I'll start again if they bring the Act' back
Spent twenty-five hundred on a Louis backpack
Gotta turn on my VPN, ain't tryna get tracked
I'll never cheat on my bitch, ain't tryna get smacked
(Keep that shit lowkey, Tae)
Kasher Quon
Let's go
Alright, alright, alright
You feel me?
[Verse 1: Kasher Quon]
Stu' in the crib, I'm talking wet through the headphones
Nigga ran off, now his name on a tombstone
Hit the road with some pills, you know I'm getting the blues gone
Sleepin' on Kasher, wake up, what you snoozin' for?
You know that card gon' decline, what you use it for?
Never shot a gun, so why the fuck you carryin' it, bro?
This bitch got some fire-ass pussy, I'ma marry this ho
I only smoke exotics, I don't like Larry no more
I guess that bitch went to shave, it ain't hairy no more
So used to runnin' from the police, it ain't scary no more
I'm in a Trackhawk, they ain't catchin' me
And I just wastеd seven hundred on a Louis tee
In thе strip club throwin' ones, smacking booty cheeks
Dawg switched up for some fame, that's just how it be
I can't give you no free sauce, ain't showin' you how to eat
I can't give you no free feature, I get paid to speak
You at your job complaining, ain't get a raise this week
This bitch just said, "Can I hold twenty?" I get paid next week
Don't need that petty twenty dollars back
This a hundred dollars, just bring me some Backwoods back
Quit lean, but I'll start again if they bring the Act' back
Spent twenty-five hundred on a Louis backpack
Gotta turn on my VPN, ain't tryna get tracked
I'll never cheat on my bitch, ain't tryna get smacked
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