Street Fame - Casey Veggies

My daddy told me «Boy, you been the illest»

I told her baby keep the card, swipe for incidentals

My shit paid in full, ace boogy ya’ll like rent us

Ay word out on the streets I been the boy, I’m independent

Five hundred thousand sold, I’m goin' gold, Master P shit

Really thinking platinum, y’all on some weak shit

Call me what you want, I’m whatever that you see fit

Posing off on Instagram but really you ain’t seen shit

Dropped Customized Greatly I was before my time

Volume 3 popped, they said this lil nigga gon' shine

Life Changes came, that’s when I hopped up off a Porsche

Momma need a crib, my brother Corey want a fort

City showed me love and Mac ha, run it

Just turned 21 but I’m countin' old hundreds

They see them bottles coming and them hoes get to running

Some my niggas hoop, some my niggas slangin' onions

You can check my whip game

You can check my flip game

You can check my wrist game

You can check my chick game

Nothing but a G thang

'93 man

Yeah I got my stripes cause I done come up out the streets

Got it off that street fame

My nigga told me the other day there ain’t no time to play

The big homie told me to get money all kind of ways

2Kin' all day, I run a lot of plays

I read the bible, got honored, I

That’s on me, you fuck with me then I’m a go hard

Ttryna make a hundred mil, I can’t doze off

I do the shit to cop the Rolly for all my dogs

Fuck em all, they send it all off the catalog

Yeah, they say I’m getting hot

Wait, they say we blowing up the spot

They wonder who just copped that new drop

Young nigga pull it fresh up off the lot

I see a lot of boys coming for my spot

They tryna pull me down and make it to the top

Champagne on the plane, let it pop

If you asking who the realest, you not

You can check my whip game

You can check my flip game

You can check my wrist game

You can check my chick game

Nothing but a G thang

'93 man

Yeah I got my stripes cause I done come up out the streets

Got it off that street fame

(Got it off that street fame)

Street fame, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred

Straight cash

Ride around the city on

All hustling no talking, we got the ciyt locked

I dance all in that pussy, I make her milly rock

Two milli for the dealy I do the diddy bop

Come out to my city, I show you who really hot

All night at the we go so crazy

Baby girl bomb, she got hoes hating

I need a hundred bad I got no patience

Pull up in that foreign, she going no waiting

Street fame, yeah

Yeah come with my shorty

We ain’t bout to waste no time, we bout to get it in real quick like this,

ya dig?

Yeah uh, yeah uh, ok, yeah, uh huh, aw man, yeah

Young Veggies nigga

(Zombie on the track)

Organic