Chevy Woods ft. Wiz Khalifa - Cassette Lyrics

It's more than music you niggas
Think it's nothing all
Got you bitch on my line is she wishin I call
Total looking the sky, baby wish on a star
Ain't no mission impossible cause
My mission accomplished
Ya now rocking with the most underrated
But your main girls favorite
So, she's invited to a Taylor Gang event
All the champagne poppin
All the 100 dollars spent you know
You never been so I guess not
They sleepin on a nigga like
Truckers at truck stops
From a dollar so I guess
This what the buck stops
Pull up like hmmm I need it off the car lot
My diamonds say a lot I don't talk too much
The wide face big sort of like hockey puck
What up full gang a couple cool chains
TGOD that's how I do thangs

You know you rock it with
The best little mama
Them other niggas they cool
Until I pull up the sucka players
Suck em from the Taylors
And they like uuh, layy
Until a green light, that's the only way I go
Baby you welcome to the cook out
That's if you wanna go ya

I'm just drinkin creeping
Smoking while I'm rapping bitch
That's cheifin' while I'm speaking
In the deep end got my feet in
Plus all my niggas stacking don't
Know what you niggas thinking
Brought a couple friends I brought a couple
Friends so you should meet them
You tired I got some pajamas
For you to sleep in
I'm rockin Balenciaga the models
All give me proper's
In fashion niggas say I'm
Light years passing niggas
Who wanna grind who got it locked
Go ahead and ask these niggas
Who want my shine
I'm way too boojie for these nasty niggas
I'm rolling up my trees and passed
The weed right past these niggas
Cause you got all your moves from me
But you ain't ask me nigga

You know you rock it with
The best little mama
Them other niggas they cool
Until I pull up the sucka players
Suck em from the Taylors
And they like uuh, layy
Until a green light, that's the only way I go
Baby you welcome to the cook out
That's if you wanna go ya

Don't spill my liquor bitch
They got a cold I'll be on some sicker shit
Like bless you niggas who hated on me
I got that car she in the
Bed she waiting on me
Tryin something yeah you would
Get a hollow head
Let the town talk Chevy get a lot of bread
I'm really bout it and you just playing games
My niggas got a lot of years
And they ain't sayin names
I just pull up on some Taylor shit
Gator shit old school player shit
Just to look in your eye
You on some hater shit
Cause I'm on my grind on
Some Big Jerm skater shit
Poor some more cups it's the players ball
You ain't invited cause you
Ain't playin at all
You bitch getting loose off a cup of juice
I ain't' gotta lie shit you see the truth
It's proof

You know you rock it with
The best little mama
Them other niggas they cool
Until I pull up the sucka players
Suck em from the Taylors
And they like uuh, layy
Until a green light, that's the only way I go
Baby you welcome to the cook out
That's if you wanna go ya