Go Crazy - Casey Veggies

Damn

Put your hands up baby

Youngin making songs

Make them girls go crazy

I do it all for the payment

Born nine-three but my girl from the 80's

I be in my Nike shit, with some fresh jeans

Young boy ballin God damn I need an ESPY

Sittin up plottin how I’m gonna make my next cheese

Chillin with my new girl thinking bout my ex feez

Same shit from 8th grade rocking SB’s, switched up my program

Now I got more fans I ain’t never cocky, but I’m feeling like a grown man

Did my own thing tryna provide for my old man

And my momma working some now some…

I’m just tryna make a mill so she can get some sun tans

So when you holla at me only talk one thing money in my pocket man cause I

don’t want no friends

Got enough broking heart and niggas turned enemies that focus on everything

they pretend to be

I met an actress I think she was feelin me, but she’s an actress so who knows

we gone see

Young CV, might catch me in a white tee, Jordans and a gold chain,

Illmatic through my Dre Beats

If this was 98 I would have been on The Chronic

Youngest nigga in LA spittin that Hooked on Phonics

Veggies

Damn

Put your hands up baby

Youngin making songs

Make them girls go crazy

I do it all for the payment

Born nine-three but my girl from the 80's

I be in my Nike shit, with some fresh jeans

Young boy ballin God damn I need an ESPY

Sittin up plotting how I’m gonna make my next cheese

Chillin with my new girl thinking bout my ex feez

I swear you living off lies, man I live off logic and I am gonna live through

my bro cause he in college

But I’m killing all these and I’m out world touring setout to age 13 was my

first time recording

Shoutout to Auntie Dee-Dee Introduce me to the OC living by the ocean made life

make more sense

And my cousin Josh told me always ride tints, cause these streets of LA always

give you problems

But we on that fresh shit, catch me with the best chick

Introduced in '07, thought of in '06

30, 000 on me man we all keep some ladys

I got a Odd Future, shoutout to Wolf Haley

That’s Tyler, The Creator give a damn about a hater

This my city, I’m the mayor, world spins cause that paper

Tiptoes in my sneakers, if she down I’m a keep her

That lame boy hating, I’m a put him in a sleeper

Swag up

Damn

Put your hands up baby

Youngin making songs

Make them girls go crazy

I do it all for the payment

Born nine-three but my girl from the 80's

I be in my Nike shit, with some fresh jeans

Young boy ballin God damn I need an ESPY

Sittin up plotting how I’m gonna make my next cheese

Chillin with my new girl thinking bout my ex feez