Yeah, Get in the whip and I'm splittin
Dash covered in them digits
Supersonic I'm malicious
Tommy guns go ballistic
Chef in the kitchen I'm whipping the cheese feel like the bees knees
Cold feet, no sleep, falling in love with breeze, baby please
I got the crew and we cuttin, Junk boys up to something
Louis V Cash, boy you bluffin
Superbad like Mclovin
I need an average too,
You is a savage but it's a catfish too
What would you rather do?
Making the green or turning it black and blue
1490 something, Chaos is coming
No friends, No hugging
Acting like you was my cousin
Thunder be rumbling
Boy C start buggin
Somebody going crazy
Everybody get to running
Yeah I need a Jesus piece
God level being I know you can see it
So I need that two for three
I need some peace for the rest of weekend
But I need that new release
Lost in the city i'm living my life up in New Orleans got me some new receipts
Got me some new receipts
These demons they haunt me
This freedom is exhausting
Take me off in a coffin
I couldn't care what they talking
Rations needed For the people
Who ain't eating They defeated
Cuz they needed To be equal
It's truly evil
System ain't peaceful
Rest to X is being deceitful
There's guns in the streets
Warfare in government suites
I wonder can we break the streak
With trump in the office
I got a reason to be talking
I keep my g's out my mouth
Imma tell you
They don't want you around
We bring the sound
Maybe now
You can hear me cuz we smoking loud
Draw a crowd just to bring me out
Never doubt
That I'm getting chicken
Counting digits
With my mistress
Bout my business
But my boys moving white
Like it's Christmas
Drinking Guinness
Diminish my problems
Cuz I don't really want em
Ion f*ckin want em
Cuz I don't really want em
Ion f*ckin want em
Cuz I don't really want em
Ion f*ckin want em
Cuz I don't really want em
Ion f*ckin want em
Cuz I don't really
Cuz I don't really
Cuz I don't really want em
Yeah I need a Jesus piece
God level being I know you can see it
So I need that two for three
I need some peace for the rest of weekend
But I need that new release
Lost in the city i'm living my life up in New Orleans got me some new receipts
Got me some new receipts
Casimir II - New Receipts (feat. Micah Baron) Lyrics
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Yeah, Get in the whip and I'm splittin
Dash covered in them digits
Supersonic I'm malicious
Tommy guns go ballistic
Chef in the kitchen I'm whipping the cheese feel like the bees knees
Cold feet, no sleep, falling in love with breeze, baby please
I got the crew and we cuttin, Junk boys up to something
Louis V Cash, boy you bluffin
Superbad like Mclovin
I need an average too,
You is a savage but it's a catfish too
What would you rather do?
Making the green or turning it black and blue
1490 something, Chaos is coming
No friends, No hugging
Acting like you was my cousin
Thunder be rumbling
Boy C start buggin
Somebody going crazy
Everybody get to running
Yeah I need a Jesus piece
God level being I know you can see it
So I need that two for three
I need some peace for the rest of weekend
But I need that new release
Lost in the city i'm living my life up in New Orleans got me some new receipts
Got me some new receipts
These demons they haunt me
This freedom is exhausting
Take me off in a coffin
I couldn't care what they talking
Rations needed For the people
Who ain't eating They defeated
Cuz they needed To be equal
It's truly evil
System ain't peaceful
Rest to X is being deceitful
There's guns in the streets
Warfare in government suites
I wonder can we break the streak
With trump in the office
I got a reason to be talking
I keep my g's out my mouth
Imma tell you
They don't want you around
We bring the sound
Maybe now
You can hear me cuz we smoking loud
Draw a crowd just to bring me out
Never doubt
That I'm getting chicken
Counting digits
With my mistress
Bout my business
But my boys moving white
Like it's Christmas
Drinking Guinness
Diminish my problems
Cuz I don't really want em
Ion f*ckin want em
Cuz I don't really want em
Ion f*ckin want em
Cuz I don't really want em
Ion f*ckin want em
Cuz I don't really want em
Ion f*ckin want em
Cuz I don't really
Cuz I don't really
Cuz I don't really want em
Yeah I need a Jesus piece
God level being I know you can see it
So I need that two for three
I need some peace for the rest of weekend
But I need that new release
Lost in the city i'm living my life up in New Orleans got me some new receipts
Got me some new receipts
Dash covered in them digits
Supersonic I'm malicious
Tommy guns go ballistic
Chef in the kitchen I'm whipping the cheese feel like the bees knees
Cold feet, no sleep, falling in love with breeze, baby please
I got the crew and we cuttin, Junk boys up to something
Louis V Cash, boy you bluffin
Superbad like Mclovin
I need an average too,
You is a savage but it's a catfish too
What would you rather do?
Making the green or turning it black and blue
1490 something, Chaos is coming
No friends, No hugging
Acting like you was my cousin
Thunder be rumbling
Boy C start buggin
Somebody going crazy
Everybody get to running
Yeah I need a Jesus piece
God level being I know you can see it
So I need that two for three
I need some peace for the rest of weekend
But I need that new release
Lost in the city i'm living my life up in New Orleans got me some new receipts
Got me some new receipts
These demons they haunt me
This freedom is exhausting
Take me off in a coffin
I couldn't care what they talking
Rations needed For the people
Who ain't eating They defeated
Cuz they needed To be equal
It's truly evil
System ain't peaceful
Rest to X is being deceitful
There's guns in the streets
Warfare in government suites
I wonder can we break the streak
With trump in the office
I got a reason to be talking
I keep my g's out my mouth
Imma tell you
They don't want you around
We bring the sound
Maybe now
You can hear me cuz we smoking loud
Draw a crowd just to bring me out
Never doubt
That I'm getting chicken
Counting digits
With my mistress
Bout my business
But my boys moving white
Like it's Christmas
Drinking Guinness
Diminish my problems
Cuz I don't really want em
Ion f*ckin want em
Cuz I don't really want em
Ion f*ckin want em
Cuz I don't really want em
Ion f*ckin want em
Cuz I don't really want em
Ion f*ckin want em
Cuz I don't really
Cuz I don't really
Cuz I don't really want em
Yeah I need a Jesus piece
God level being I know you can see it
So I need that two for three
I need some peace for the rest of weekend
But I need that new release
Lost in the city i'm living my life up in New Orleans got me some new receipts
Got me some new receipts
Writer: Casimir Sterling, Micah Brossiet
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Casimir II
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: Casimir Sterling, Micah Brossiet