[Verse 1: Casper Sun]

I ride with the baddest round town

Sippin’ on this Henny

Make me move my body all around

Ass out, hanging out

With the baddest bitch now

With her tongue out

She gon make that booty drop down

Okay

Ass on the grass with the ghetto boy pass

Learning forgettable lessons in the haze of the gas

Yellow boy, catch my silhouette, up in convoy

I’ve been posted up for days, but girl

I’m a gone boy

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Veni vidi vici

I’m just tryna stack a milli

To the ceiling

You just gotta tell me baby

If you feel me

Spraying kerosene on all the scenery

I’m dreaming vividly

I keep my shit on deck

Fuck em broke dudes that ain’t feelin’ me

[Verse 2: Casper Sun]

Crunk off of jäger

And the beer die’s for the däger

Go and take more see you later

I’d be sleeping on the paper

Or on the mattress with an actress

With a thick bitch for the status

And the young life is so lavish

Getting crossed like we’re on lattice

(Okay)

Fucked around with baby mamas

Trying to fuck this primadonna

Marijuana do you wanna

Getting drunk in Tijuana

Tea leaves just to reach nirvana

You don’t wanna die

But how you gon see god if you ain’t down to ride

(okay)

Thought I was done but that wasn’t the case

Got a new track that I threw in your face

This shit ain’t fun when you’re lost in your ways

Tryna get laid, so you buy all your plays

No more fucking around

Head in the clouds

So damn profound

My city’s not used to this type of our winning

The midis and minis all get to be loud

I’m trippin on colors, to pitch at the mound

Sweat from the summer, would ellis be proud

I wanna make hits, so I’m hitting the ground

I’m getting the shits, but there’s no slowing down

Hanging out with this lioness

I got stories, but fuck it, Ima digress

I got more important shit to do

Than fuck around with these fools

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[Verse 3: Sunday]:

Zip A Dee Do Dah

They call me jwu tha rula

I be getting the mulah

Got some beers in the coola

Cause ’m stocked with the goods

Going to Hollywood

Man I stunt like I should

Man I stunt like I should

Flipping a switch and I dip and I go

Ripping a bowl, sipping on soul

Clipping the pull when I’m dripping in gold

But I’m flipping the mold and I’m whipping the flow

Kuntakintay with Tenjanjigae

Stressing relays, just boy a from LA

Wo bu zhi dao, ne ren shi she

Shen huo hen mei, come get and paid

Ya’ll are the ants, I am the raid

Driving a wrath, spray painting with mace

Freebasing with grace while ya’ll

Racing in place

Get off my case

Cuz I’m moving in weights

I’m just a West Coast Native

With A East Coast Plug

Renaissance man

But a product of

The concrete jungles and that one highway

Pull the world close in , tell it come my way

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