Caskey - Never Slow Down lyrics

rate me

(Chorus)

Never slow down x 2

Yea yea, for real

Never slow down x 3

Yey

(Verse)

Pick out the clip it's a movie

You could get that shit exclusive

I'll mark your ass then get illusive

Hideouts in Daytona, Palm Springs, and in Eustis

I don't come around you're a nuisance

C man is holdin’ my deuces

That’s on my neck ‘til you lawmakers, debt holders, fuck you I'm useless

I roll around town with Mike Buses

Outcast who don't give a fuck about you and your truces

My bitch and my weed and my muses

I hit them both I'm abusive

Number true shit in my music

Your shit is so filled with lies

I can see how folks listenin’ could think that's confusin’

I got the juice in my city lil homie

Don’t fuck with me or I'm gon’ use it

It's time to turn up like an ugly ass bitch gave up her number

We fin lose it!

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(Verse)

I hate these pussy lil’ boys that be getting’ my number

Stay the fuck way from me, I got no time

There's shit on my plate, there ain't no vacancy

I got some bad bitches chasin’ me, I got some good girls that’s runnin’

Fuck it I guess nobody datin’ me

Stagnant that somethin’ I hate to be

Least if I'm lone and progressin’, I guess that shit straight with me

I'm about to drop me a mix-tape I think it was made for me

Then I'mma spend all my racks, there ain't none I can take with me

Fuck how ya feelin’ I ain't makin’ friends got’ pay for me

I'm puttin’ tatts on my face, told my momma to pray for me

My teacher went and bought a play for me

Don't want me servin’ I told all my snakes not to wait for me

Used to be at their house faithfully

Begging me to come back It's already too late for me

I'm just tryin’ to get back home safely

Count up so much bread we gonna start up a bakery

Y'all want the fakery, I can't fake shit

I got somethin’ for those sendin’ hate to me

I won’t give a fuck x 2

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(Verse)

Big shout to my pops

I ain't tryin’ to think about it, I've been sipping liquor on the rocks

My momma had a run in with the cops, when she was 8 months pregnant

Hated those motherfucka when I dropped

Jar full of pills, I'mma go ahead and pop, what will it ever stop

If droppin’ dope in the crib somethin’ that the feds don't like

Guess it's somethin’ they should watch

I got my money in the streets first here throw it in a knots

Beal’s knocking at the door I'm just in the club to host, after that I'm getting ghost

I've just been doin’ me, the bitches they doing the most

Someone ain't love them enough as a child, I could just tell by the shit that they post

I just pulled up at the coast, drop me a four in a sprite

Getting cash and I don't mean to boast, let all my naysayers roast

We ain't where were suppose to be but sure getting close

I can feel that shit comin’, just want the money and have me a dos

Watch me approach pull up with game with the coach

That ain't a thing we on tour we've been doin’ this shit for real

(Bridge)

We've been doing this shit for real x 2

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