Casey Veggies - Odd lyrics

[Casey Veggies - Odd lyrics]

Yeah, Ace the Creator customized Greatly

Oh, turn the volume up
You still talking that Mass & volume stuff
It ain't a test to me
Y'all niggas ain't even heard the best of me
Got you going like ecstasy uh, yeah
It's Case-eezy and it ain't
Easy being me-eezy
I mess with the Yeezy and the Jeezy
And oh yeah, the Weezy
Left me right where, where you leave me
I got it all, it's no need to tease me
I'm coming in the game
You niggas ain't even see me
Told you my lines and you
Didn't even believe me
And I'm a book come and read me
I'm blood, come bleed me
Slip straight to 90's, get off of my sleezy
Yeah, because the haters always acting up
And I'm attacking ya, never back it up

First song get oh boy'd
Now all the girls like "Oh boy, oh boy"
And I don't wanna hear that weak shit no more
And I'm coming to a store near you
Nigga why would I fear you?
You can't tell me nothing, I didn't hear you
I'm riding from night til the next day
Maybe balling spent 50 on the coat sway
No way (Yo, because)

It's only one way up so I ain't going down
They around know I'm around
When I come around
Yung Joc because it's going down
From brand new and first to Supreme
All these niggas know the kid stay clean
Custom, why you think my
Momma named me Casey?
So I can change into it
Rap with me, I was payed into it
I'ma get signed cause Ye can do it
The moment I put the pen to the paper
I'ma keep moving
Going through and through it
Weatherman 3, 000
Now Casey playing chess with Monopoly
Ain't no nigga stopping he
Bum kid, nigga what you supposed to be
Bubbly flows and that I'm toastin' he
Hard in the ground, yeah I'm growin' deep
On my mind yeah, I flow when I sleep
And I keep going until I hear that beat beep
Hop up in yo window and just creep creep
Whenever I take nothing
Fake niggas always tryna take something
Yeah, I'ma lay low, my time will come
Keep writing til my hands is numb
Vegas trips times, Its fun
Why compete when it's already won
Call me daddy nigga, you are my son
Shoot for the stars, she is my gun
She's so bomb, I call her a bad one
See Casey Gucci killer figure
B killers, SBs and Nike Maxes
Arm & Hammer and axes
Yeah, I'm fresher than air it'self
And if I had anymore swag
I would scare myself
And I dare myself to own it all
And all you fake niggas known to fall
At age fourteen, I'm known to ball
I'm too priceless
Even if the crew didn't exist
Y'all would swag jack me if
I dress like Kriss Kross
And all these lil mommas loving my kisses
No lipgloss

Yeah, yeah tyler, the Creator
Ace, the Creator customized Greatly
(Keep it goin')

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