Cases lyrics
by Berner
[Intro: Berner]
Yeah
The Farmers Market
[Verse 1: Berner]
Send whips to Buffalo full of work (Full of work)
On flatbed trucks, my pockets fat, they don't hurt (They ain't hurtin')
Got deals on LCGs and LPCs
Threw a stack on each one, we don't waive no fees (Nah)
We don't trap on IG, set up shop (Set up shop)
No pop-up either, it's nothin' less than a box
I'm ready with a case, can you get that paper here? (Over there)
I broke the money counter, guess I had a crazy year (Shh)
You ever tucked a bag so long, you forgot? (You forgot)
And found it when you bought another spot? (Another stash spot)
I'm thе plug's best friend just like Dolph (R.I.P.)
It's a sourcе, we don't turn that water off (Turn it off, yeah)
No way I'm chargin' less than three (Nah)
You wanna double up your profit, then invest with me (f*ck with me)
The house look like a dispensary (Like a plug)
When I die, remember me for a century (For a hundred years)
We don't touch that pink sh*t, nah, my nose is clean
Watch our opps get tired and try to join the team (f*ckin' suckers)
Surrounded by ex-Marines (Yeah)
I'm tryna wash the dirty money, make the paper clean, yeah
[Chorus; Berner]
We really run through sh*t, run through sh*t
We really run through sh*t, run through sh*t
We really run through sh*t, run through sh*t
Boxes, cases, big faces
We really run through sh*t, run through sh*t
We really run through sh*t, run through sh*t
We really run through sh*t, run through sh*t
Boxes, cases, big faces
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Machine, I broke records in my rookie year (Huh?)
I'm from Buffalo, I told Berner we should open a Cookies here (What's good, homie?)
I look in they faces, see the look of fear (Uh-huh)
I hate this rap game, all them n*ggas that's pus*y here (Hahaha)
Them young boys got they pole, they gon' pull it here (No cap)
Shotgun offense, we throwin' bullets here (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm f*ckin' shorty from the back, I'ma pull her hair
The bag you pay me gon' determine if I pull up here (Hah)
I got it on me, I can let this hammer ring loud (Grrah)
Errant shots, De'Aaron Fox, I'm the king now (Pah-pah-pah-pah)
I'm the don, n*ggas gotta kiss the ring now
Bro doin' time, look like that n*gga on The Green Mile (Free the homie)
Me and my two homies had our thing laid (Haha)
Four-hundred-fifty pounds, sold that sh*t in three days (Woo)
Split the money in three ways (Talk to 'em)
Brodie got ten bricks of fent', he cuttin' like a DJ
[Chorus; Berner]
We really run through sh*t, run through sh*t
We really run through sh*t, run through sh*t
We really run through sh*t, run through sh*t
Boxes, cases, big faces
We really run through sh*t, run through sh*t
We really run through sh*t, run through sh*t
We really run through sh*t, run through sh*t
Boxes, cases, big faces