Cassette lyrics

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
It's more than music you n*ggas think it's nothing all
Got you b*tch 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 n*gga 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

[Chorus: Chevy Woods]
You know you rock it with the best little mama
Them other n*ggas 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
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm just drinkin creeping
Smoking while I'm rapping b*tch
That's cheifin' while I'm speaking in the deep end
Got my feet in
Plus all my n*ggas stacking don't know what you n*ggas 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 n*ggas say I'm light years passing n*ggas
Who wanna grind who got it locked
Go ahead and ask these n*ggas who want my shine
I'm way too boojie for these nasty n*ggas
I'm rolling up my trees and passed the weed right past these n*ggas
Cause you got all your moves from me but you ain't ask me n*gga

[Chorus: Chevy Woods]
You know you rock it with the best little mama
Them other n*ggas 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

[Verse 3: Chevy Woods]
Don't spill my liquor b*tch
They got a cold I'll be on some sicker sh*t
Like bless you n*ggas 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 n*ggas got a lot of years and they ain't sayin names
I just pull up on some Taylor sh*t
Gator sh*t old school player sh*t
Just to look in your eye you on some hater sh*t
Cause I'm on my grind on some Big Jerm skater sh*t
Poor some more cups it's the players ball
You ain't invited cause you ain't playin at all
You b*tch getting loose off a cup of juice
I ain't' gotta lie sh*t you see the truth
It's proof
[Chorus: Chevy Woods]
You know you rock it with the best little mama
Them other n*ggas 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