Casey Veggies - Street Fame lyrics

(Zombie on the track) [Verse 1:] My daddy told me "Boy, you been the illest" I told her baby keep the card, swipe for incidentals My sh** paid in full, ace boogy ya'll like rent us Ay word out on the streets I been the boy, I'm independent Five hundred thousand sold, I'm goin' gold, Master P sh** Really thinking platinum, y'all [?] on some weak sh** Call me what you want, I'm whatever that you see fit Posing off on Instagram but really you ain't seen sh** Dropped Customized Greatly I was before my time Volume 3 popped, they said this lil n***a gon' shine Life Changes came, that's when I hopped up off a Porsche Momma need a crib, my brother Corey want a fort City showed me love and Mac ha, run it Just turned 21 but I'm countin' old hundreds They see them bottles coming and them hoes get to running Some my n***as hoop, some my n***as slangin' onions [Hook:] You can check my whip game You can check my flip game You can check my wrist game You can check my chick game Nothing but a G thang [?] '93 man Yeah I got my stripes cause I done come up out the streets Got it off that street fame [Verse 2:] My n***a told me the other day there ain't no time to play The big homie told me to get money all kind of ways 2Kin' all day, I run a lot of plays I read the bible, got honored, I [?] That's on me, you f** with me then I'm a go hard Ttryna make a hundred mil, I can't doze off I do the sh** to cop the Rolly for all my dogs f** em all, they send it all off the catalog Yeah, they say I'm getting hot Wait, they say we blowing up the spot They wonder who just copped that new drop Young n***a pull it fresh up off the lot I see a lot of boys coming for my spot They tryna pull me down and make it to the top Champagne on the plane, let it pop If you asking who the realest, you not [Hook:] You can check my whip game You can check my flip game You can check my wrist game You can check my chick game Nothing but a G thang [?] '93 man Yeah I got my stripes cause I done come up out the streets Got it off that street fame (Got it off that street fame) [Interlude:] Street fame, one hundred, two hundred, three hundred Straight cash [?] Ride around the city on [?] [Verse 3:] All hustling no talking, we got the ciyt locked I dance all in that p**y, I make her milly rock Two milli for the dealy I do the diddy bop Come out to my city, I show you who really hot All night at the [?] we go so crazy Baby girl bomb, she got hoes hating I need a hundred bad [?] I got no patience Pull up in that foreign, she going no waiting [Outro:] Street fame, yeah Yeah come with my shorty We ain't bout to waste no time, we bout to get it in real quick like this, ya dig? Yeah uh, yeah uh, ok, yeah, uh huh, aw man, yeah Young Veggies n***a (Zombie on the track) Organic [?]