Top Songs By LilCJ Kasino
Credits
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LilCJ Kasino
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Double K
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LilCJ Kasino
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Double K
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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ay, fuck the fame, we got more heat than Miami
They was in school, I was serving they granny
Run out of work and you fuck 'round, get whammy
Run out of drugs, I'ma pour up a Xanny
We know you praised
[Verse 2]
Ay
Trap mafia
Kasino world shit, ****
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Gang shit only
[Verse 3]
Ran up my sack bitch, I'm boomin' now
Boss up the trap like I'm movin' out
You see what these fuck **** do for clout
Fuck a fight, ****, let's shoot it out
Fuck talkin', what's up with them thookas out?
What's up with them thookas out?
My ****, we bringin' them thookas out?
Fuck talkin, what's up with them thookas out?
[Verse 4]
Smokin' OG, this that super loud
Hunnid round drum gone, run through the crowd
Been stainin' shit since the juvenile
He run up, and I bet that we shoot him down
Fuck talkin', what's up with them thookas out?
What's up with them thookas out?
My ****, we bringin' them thookas out?
Fuck talkin', what's up with them thookas out?
[Verse 5]
Ay, fuck the fame, we got more heat than Miami
They was in school, I was servin' they granny
Run out of work and you fuck 'round get whammy
Run out of drugs, I'ma pour up a Xanny
No, you lil **** can't trap on my street
No, we don't rat, you get racked when it's beef
[Verse 6]
Fuck **** mad 'cause I'm smashin' his freak
Pull up in a tank and smash off in a jeep
Lil CJ that got best trap of the year
Came from the dirt, but my diamonds look clear
[Verse 7]
Cleared the picture, make that boy disappear
Took off, I left they ass right in the rear
Hut so high, a young **** be flossy
Still got that pack, **** act like I lost it
[Verse 8]
My young **** eat, so I feel like I'm bossy
All in the Earth, **** feel like I'm frosty
You cannot thug in the six, you won't make it
My young **** anxious, they hungry they take it
That's a fact these other rap **** fakin'
[Verse 9]
Shooters with rugers, they dreaded like Haitians
We don't pop up, pop out, drop it, lil ****
They hate me 'cause I went got guaped up on ****
Run up them racks, never stop for a ****
I came a long way from the neighborhood dealer
(Hey Kasino!)
[Verse 10]
Ran up my sack bitch, I'm booming now
Boss up the trap like I'm movin' out
You see what these fuck **** do for clout?
Fuck a fight, ****, let's shoot it out
Fuck talkin' what's up with them thookas out?
What's up with them thookas out?
My ****, we bringin' them thookas out?
Fuck talkin', what's up with them thookas out?
[Verse 11]
Smokin' OG, this that super loud
Hunnid round drum gone, run through the crowd
Been stainin' shit since the juvenile
He run up and I bet that we shoot him down
Fuck talkin', what's up with them thookas out?
What's up with them thookas out?
My ****, we bringin' them thookas out?
Fuck talkin', what's up with them thookas out?
[Verse 12]
Ay, Double K, I'm in the yote with a Glock
Hit the spot, and I won't leave till it's hot
Stain a ****, have him goin' through a drought
If you ain't gang, fuck **** get back
Bitch, it's stain season and I'm comin' to attack
AR-15, leave a fuck **** flat
[Verse 13]
Dissin' on wax, have you missing for them racks
And I ain't the type of **** beefin' on computers
But fuckin' with my brother, I'ma pull up like a Uber
Choppa finna slice him, you can call him Freddy Kruger
Find out you snitchin', then we right at your medulla
Whole gang guaped up, better get with the movement
I like my hundreds green, yeah, I call them bitches cougars
[Verse 14]
If you ain't on the block, then you ain't getting to it
If I ain't on the block, then I'm somewhere making music
Somewhere with my tooly
Somewhere with my dogs, no Scooby
Chasing gwap, like Gucci
Dick on the 40, turn a gangsta to a coochie
Ain't no game, keep more clips than a movie
[Verse 15]
When I hit your block, I'ma leave that bitch groomy
Bust his head open, leave it raw like sushi
Take a ****'s shit and blend him up like a smoothie
Somewhere in the trap where I been since a juvie, bitch
[Verse 16]
Ran up my sack, bitch I'm boomin' now
Boss up the trap like I'm movin' out
You see what these fuck **** do for clout
Fuck a fight, ****, let's shoot it out
Fuck talkin', what's up with them thookas out
What's up with them thookas out
My ****, we bringin' them thookas out
Fuck talkin', what's up with them thookas out
[Verse 17]
Smokin' OG, this that super loud
Hunnid round drum gone, run through the crowd
Been stainin' shit since a juvenile
He run up and I bet that we shoot him down
Fuck talkin', what's up with them thookas out?
What's up with them thookas out?
My ****, we bringin' them thookas out?
Fuck talkin', what's up with them thookas out?
Written by: Double K, LilCJ Kasino
