Casey Veggies - Young Niggas Lyrics
[Hook: Casey]Young niggas – we just on our job, doin’ it all (young niggas)She’s got a house and a car, but she love to ***** with young niggasWe don’t even know who we are (young niggas)You wouldn’t even know the things we saw (young niggas)We just live fast, do it all (young niggas)We just spend cash, tryna ball (young niggas)We just hit it fast, then don’t call (young niggas)They didn’t think we do anything at all, but we right here[Verse 1: Casey]She go to school and she work out, I told her run thatDippin’, tires rippin’ through the ground and I’ll be right backGettin’ dough, she’s tryna figure out what I’m involved withShe actin’ like she sad, attitude clogged, so I piped thatMan, I’m sippin’ on some shit that is very strongAnd it gave the kid hiccupsAin’t nothin’ wrong with these girls gettin’ picked upDamn, I can’t keep up my zipperCozy in my slippers, killin’ shit off, do it off the richterGo and take a picture if you need a visualGot the type of grind something you can live forScreamin’ so loud in hopes that you hear, thoughI get it back-to-back like Cap SparrowYoung boy so raw, can’t have kids thoughOut in Belgium, made some EurosGo the wrong way, may see an arrowBut on the wrong day, things could get terribleThen the road became so narrowI can’t think who the ***** my hero[Hook: Casey][Verse 2: Juicy J]My young niggas, they strapped upMy young niggas, they down to shootMy young niggas get money tooTwenty-two with a Bentley CoupeI’ve been rich since a young niggaBack then I had old moneyI’ll slide off with your old ladyAnd beat that ***** like it stole from meGet stupid paid – count it upOld school, mounted upPullin’ up on them bad *****esMy paint drip and they’re down to *****Got a bad ***** in my carI’ve got loud in my cigarAnd this ***** gon’ give me brainsSoon as I put this ***** in parkRich nigga with a lot of chipsHood nigga with a model *****My blunt long, my pockets thickMy car faster than a rocket shipWe turnt up, we takin’ offShe dressed up, she take it offShe bend it over, bust it openI pop a pill, and break her offYoung niggas, we thuggin’ outMy Rolex is flooded outWe hit the club, throw a hundred bandsThem stripper *****es be buggin’ outAll this weed and liquor on my liver, lungs and kidneys***** I’m ballin’ ’til they get meLet’s get high and keep it trippy[Hook: Casey][Outro]She love to ***** with young niggas (young niggas)And lately I’ve been Audi or them BenzesFree my niggas Cas, he got a sentence (got a sentence)Only wife a chick that’s independent (independent)I live fast, do it all, manIt’s checks out of town, so we gone thenIf you ain’t bought your mom a house then you ain’t ballin’I got that swag, gettin’ cash, sayin’ “amen”
