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the Casper shuffle how low can you go
John Felix Cena can't see you hoes
And I don't sip soda but I'm creaming these hoes
Got a Sukihana bitch with the green

fast just spend for no reason 

Yeah Mhmm 
I get that shit for the low 
I'm in and I'm out bitch I get it and go 
Make 'em ex his own name out like Lud

diе by my honor
Belly of the beast, lil Molly like Bismo
Double the C, big fresh like Mentos
I put them drugs on the
Street for your kinfolk
Sell

have shit
Holes in my shoes picked on by other kids 
I remember when they tried to rob me in the hall 
I called my brother phone 
He pulled up

em in The desert with the buzzards 

Any mini miny moe
Catch a gangster by the store
Bullets from the 44 
Go in his chest and out his throat
Bet he

They told me go hop on this beat
Okay cool got the heat in the seat
Ride with a strap and a glock by my feet
The best man won aint no questioning me

Lil White 
From The Vill
Huh
Ima hit the block
Ima get this guwop
Ima need my cheese 
Cuz my Cheetos flaming' hot
I found my favorite toy 
It's not

by that nigga look how I'm coming
Out south yeah I run it, from the low end baby from the burbs to the hundreds
Hope this lil bitch bussin, I'm a kick

me
Niggaz gonna pull up like that van did
On Craig and Smokey
Drive By
My kids is what I'm living for
Need that aventador
Low is what I get it for

Royce, Maserati, or a Benz
My dog don't talk he a hound though
He told me keep it on the down low
You talk to the feds you a brown nose
You wear that shit

and make Sure my momma proud of me
I Know she up in heaven or she Right here on beside of me
I'm sorry momma but your son Was really raised by the streets

heart broke by lil hoes
Wasn't that some bullshit
Wanna hear some real shit
Hella shit is in your way you just gotta push through it
Pursue it
Lit gotta

Stepped by looked around
This is backwards hustling
Bills counting down
Clocking time like that 4.2 in 40 John ross
Hound
Any means but with in my

I'm selling to you keep it on the low mother fucker
I be that blu cheez
South side of New Jersey
If you got a problem well
Lil bitch you best not at me

to do the job n rob lil bitch
Hear them rumours talking bout how I be hiding
Bread before the beef and bitch you know I'm sliding
West coast you find me n

Sasha bank
You smell me? Yea it's that dank
And the benjis on me keep it frank
I be so low key but I ain't saying much
But I'm always clutch
So you know

Mane
On a Zaytoven beat gettin' sucked by a freak
Soon as I get numb, skeet, skeet, skeet
Blizzard goin' on on my neck, come ski
Rob a nigga with

fronted they got lined
By them bitches they was eyeing
First its gun shots then its sirens
Swear them bullets just be flying
Ain't no talking niggas quite

the difference of me and a commoner
This is the difference of
Your trees and conifers
This is the difference of your
Team and my team
You on the low lights, we

New scat pack
And my bitch is bad (Grr)
I got shawties shakin ass in the hellcat
42 guns, off of Jackie Rob
I be smokin on the opps make one call
Big

this shit is not a hobby
Why is it the credit that they always try to rob me
It's R.I.P. Dolph, when the fuck they gettin' Gotti
If I up a stick, nigga

drive a Benz truck right thru my hood be a hero

Get a lil somethin quick to rob your dinero 

 

I never had Gucci 

I never had Louis

I never had shit

the back, she always shaking ass
Rob them niggas for they shit, don't even need no mask
Aubrey, can i get a feature, ain't no need to ask
Beg for it nigga

you got
Them daisy dukes are like nukes
And you blowin' up the spot
Lil rob was right man
I'm feelin' the vibes
Ain't nothin' like these summer nights