Casalinga Shrimp Lyrics

I remember riding around with Lou he like you sure that's what you want nigga

Yeah I was positive, all this pape I need a lot of it

Keep a pot to piss, times get hard I gotta place to shit

But I ain't falling back on hard times, they don't last long

I ain't forget myself, fell off the horse and hop back on

If you ever really show me love can't turn my back on you

You ain't never been in tunnel mode, they think you act funny

You ain't never brought it all home and had to play dummy

Scotty that's my brother, I was hungry, he had to play for me

Ticket that's my brother, I ain't even gotta say nothing

My mama need a dollar for every prayer that she sent up

We gotta have a purpose, all the bullets that done missed us

Bitches big buffy, get your bitch fucked I stay down, I ain't switch up

Yeah, anytime my niggas ride share, y'all getting picked up

I'm lifted, don't forget to tell them boys I'm gifted

Everybody fuck with me, can't a soul say I dick sucked

I been at this shit for too long, I can't get tripped up

My pops told me stay out niggas' pictures, don't get tricked son

My mama told me most these hoes ain't shit, you gotta pick one

I was out in LA telling Peter how to get the buffs

I was out in LA in that foreign with a bag on me

She ain't hip to drip, asking why that purple tag on me

Yeah bitch, you like how I play it

That pussy wet soon as I said ging, she like how I say it

Casalinga shrimp, me t.t man and fat Craig

I remember only place to sleep was the E-van

Broke, thinking I should probably get the weed man, shouldn't i

I heard he got the bows, I could get a couple bands, couldn't i

My mans say you wanna hit the road, why wouldn't I

Three or four times there and back, I'm good now

Fell off one more time, after that I jug now

Yeah, that's a different bag

Ran up a whole bunch of shit, 200 on the dash

Started trimming crud with my dawg, yeah I'm into that

Fuck around with this bad bitch, she from Trinidad

I been peeped you niggas watching me, cause you been a fan

I remember hanging out the door when Brody spent the van

They never hit my mans, thank God, they'll never try again

I heard the chopstick, clipped his wings, he'll never fly again

Roll my backwoods up with weed, I'm getting high again

Big dino stompers on my feet, I'm getting fly again

Make sure you close that back door, you let flies in

Dawg, close that back door, bro