Caster Lyrics

It's the middle of summer, why lil bro got a big ass coat

Two knocks, one fit in his pocket, other might rock a nigga like a boat Uh-huh

Duce 5 or the 30, pockety rocket, send em to the ropes oh

Angels gone pick up his soul, take one of mines then ima let it go

Bro tried to push up like this shit a war, QuickDraw got me moving more than faster

Wait, they think this shit a dream, like, stick flame shots like a caster

In they jecs, I'ma bend in between, know I'm a demon tryna bring disaster

Twin chips tryna wipe out the team, like, tryna send niggas to Saturn

Can't bluff with the grip if I'm dying to live, if we flocking, it is what it is

You my brother, then both of us dying for this, like, fuck it, one day we gon' win

Like, ooh, bullets gon' fly at his fit, nigga thought it was a flick

Like, bro, confusion inside of the whip, which G ima use to spin

Like, bro, I'm about to pop his bottle, and watch my niggas follow

Call him Jack how niggas ducking hollows, beat him till niggas throwing in the towel

Like, whoa, bro, I'm about to do him foul, lil' bro got him tryna make me proud

40, booming through the town, big G so loud, do you hear the

Know this metal on me hit my belt when I walk, like, bros, is you hearing that sound

Told these niggas, I'm walking on veteran mode, like, bro, there's nobody a

There's nobody around, it's whatever, anyway, they gon' duck in that crowd

Bet if we bleed him, he gon' touch the ground, deception, spinning in a gown

It's the middle of summer, why lil' bro got a big-ass coat

Two knocks , one fit in his pocket, other might rock a nigga like a boat

Uh-huh, Duce 5 or the 30, pockety rocket, send them to the ropes oh

Angels gon' pick up his soul, take one of mine, and I'ma let it go

I'ma let it go