Casper

[Chorus: Rot Ken] Have you ever hopped out a foreign? We here, don't run no more And I used to fuck with a vibe It cut off 'cause she tell lies Drying some flyers, I might put a .4 on 'em (Yeah) Bro on them boards I buy things that I couldn't afford Spill my pain, press record Catch an opp, up the score Bitch, you tripping, I'm not yours We gon' spin out that spin out that Honda Accord I treat her like some milk and lil shawty, she spoiled When I shoot, better dip, better drop to the floor I just bought me a clip, it hold thirthy or more I just turned on the switch, turn it back Could spin on they block, turn to Caspеr [Verse 1: Rot Ken] I've been looking for opps all day, woah-woah Tried to leavе my side baby, stay, no-no Got a switch on that Glock, I forgot to turn it off So every time I shoot, you hear bop-bop-baow Told her give me that top, no drawers Said she fuck too much, no walls Tried to run from the shots (Bratt-bratt), he gone Got a bae in New York, said she home alone I fly up in the sky like a seagull Keep two clips on me just like a sequel I plug in and go straight to the 'Migo Get him back, for the low, they go cheap you He won't come out, then shoot through the peephole You can tell he don't care bout these people, you can tell Get me some lean, put it up in Ginger Ale I want that pussy that don't come with a smell I want that foreign don't come with the brain, so it might give me some time for the thinking Love you so much, but can't give no wedding ring I'm in the league with them shooters like Luol Deng I'm gon' get up in that pussy and go crazy Lately, I've been thinking, should we have a baby? Told me you proud of me, seen before I made it I took your love seriously, ho, you fugazi [Chorus: Rot Ken] Have you ever hopped out a foreign? (Skrrt) We here, don't run no more And I used to fuck with a vibe It cut off 'cause she tell lies Drying some flyers, I might put a .4 on 'em (.4, yeah) Bro on them boards I buy things that I couldn't afford Spill my pain, press record Catch an opp, up the score Bitch, you tripping, I'm not yours We gon' spin out that- spin out that Honda Accord I treat her like some milk and lil shawty, she spoiled When I shoot, better dip, better drop to the floor I just bought me a clip, it hold thirty or more I just turned on the switch, turn it back Could spin on they block, turn to Casper [Verse 2: Yung Sinn] I've been looking for opps like, grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah Nah, he couldn't take that spotlight We gon'—, uh, we gon' f—, uh We gon' fuck him up and make him get right, yeah, uh-uh-uh I say chill, lil' brother, just sit tight, shh I say chill, somebody might die, don't waste my time I can see right through the lies, nah, I ain't blind We gon' wipe his nose and take his shine, yeah, introduce him to slime And when twin left my side, I tried so hard not to cry They call me Sinn The Don, nigga He checked out early, he couldn't be a father figure Glock with the switch hit him Yeah, you would think my gun got three triggers We can't hide or we all killers Lay him down, with no pillow You don't know who realer It's still guns in that dirty river [Chorus: Rot Ken] Have you ever hopped out a foreign? (Skrrt) We here, don't run no more And I used to fuck with a vibe It cut off 'cause she tell lies Drying some flyers, I might put a .4 on 'em (Yeah) Bro on them boards I buy things that I couldn't afford Spill my pain, press record Catch an opp, up the score Bitch, you tripping, I'm not yours We gon' spin out that- spin out that Honda Accord I treat her like some milk and lil shawty, she spoiled When I shoot, better dip, better drop to the floor I just bought me a clip, it hold thirty or more I just turned on the switch, turn it back Could spin on they block, turn to Casper