paying homage
(Wheezy beats)
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Let me stand up in that pussy like I'm on a ladder
Beat that thang up sideways, up, down and backwards
I just get that head and get ghost, they should call me Casper
I got that money on my mind, if it ain't 'bout money it don't matter
Real stand-up nigga, no comedy
Everywhere, these bitches see us, man, I swear that they runnin'
Too bossed up and I can't look back, I can't run out no money
And I give back to my hood and my homies passin' out hunnids
That's what we call paying homage
These niggas act like they want it
Pull up with choppers, we want it
Most of all the niggas I run with be wanted
Pull up, spray, I'm on north side, that's my condolence
Bring it to the Thugger, meet me on Gresham, new gold medal
These bitches ain't know who know better
My whole crew better, I treat 'em like they special
And that's because they is, cook fish scale with skill
And my weed kinda loud like a motherfuckin' pill
Ooh, I wanna spend my night with you
I want to spend my life with you
I want to ride my bike with you (Skrrrt)
I want a wife and girl it's you
I'll stand up for you like Moses
I do my best and yeah, she notice it
Said only got one face, ain't no emoji
I swear to god this ain't no bogus shit
Even though I'm hot, I got the coldest wrist
I made a million and she know about it
I showed my brother, little bitch, and he didn't know about it
Let me stand up in that pussy like I'm on a ladder
Beat that thang up sideways, up, down and backwards
I just get that head and get ghost, they should call me Casper
I got that money on my mind, if it ain't 'bout money it don't matter
Real stand-up nigga, no comedy
Everywhere, these bitches see us, man, I swear that they runnin'
Too bossed up and I can't look back, I can't run out no money
And I give back to my hood and my homies passin' out hunnids
That's what we call paying homage
These niggas act like they want it
Pull up with choppers, we want it
Most of all the niggas I run with be wanted
Pull up, spray, I'm on north side, that's my condolence
Real nigga since day one, I can't switch up
Always stood up in my hood, no, I can't bitch up
Took a flight to the West Coast, bitch, I'm back in 6-0
Let me stand up in that pussy like I'm on a ladder
Beat that thang up sideways, up, down and backwards
I just get that head and get ghost, they should call me Casper
I got that money on my mind, if it ain't 'bout money it don't matter
Real stand-up nigga, no comedy
Everywhere, these bitches see us, man, I swear that they runnin'
Too bossed up and I can't look back, I can't run out no money
And I give back to my hood and my homies passin' out hunnids
That's what we call paying homage
These niggas act like they want it
Pull up with choppers, we want it
Most of all the niggas I run with be wanted
Pull up, spray, I'm on north side, that's my condolence