Casino (feat. Vic Spencer & Daniel Son)

Guzzled a liter of propane, one reach, I will kill, I play no games

I know things, my flow change like my clothes hang, I fold trains, **** Vic Spencer's old man, I spit crime and eat apple

Can't find the evidence, evidently, I beat battles

I'm a record hit, the wave hit me like levy

The Spanish rice was seeded, I'm weeded

My life deadly

They on the sideline, I'm leaning off the firewire sampler

Couple white lines will make your girl a high times dancer

Clean the ivory since how I refine my answers

You can find me on the corner, crime time standards

I cause a foot pursuit just to train the fitness

The chef is Cuban Italian, cookin' my favorite dishes

Filetin fishes, dope, sick, cook or throw up right beside my fuckin' kicks

Life's just a game of inches

We clinched the division, make you envision your nose against a biscuit

I'm sellin' Bisquick, also got some chips, I'm talkin' slick shit

A tidbit for instance, I infringe on a synth, don't make me get specific

You dried up a V, I bring vitamin D to a chick with rickets, I'm mainly focused on the digits, tryna sit with Triscuits

Sell a ton of Perico, then go survive from a distance

Any rapper beckon and he smoked and I comply with his wishes

Labels will put you on the shelf, I'm just tryin' to dishes

Not social and I'm not local, I got vocals, at the chop shop with the tofu

Feed it to my bougie pits for ruby and bricks

There's no beach, no bunny in the news, send me pics

Vic is the shit, the toilet disagree, uppercut the kangaroo since 1993

****, I shoot stranger things, the apple on your head

I'ma still aim it brains

I want that brown bag money, a lot of these rappin's after shot

We lapped them twice and only been runnin' half the time

You lookin' in the eyes of some masterminds

Don't deal with consignment a load of that cash's mine

Read the lips, poker face, casino trips, Pinot Grigio smokin'

Watchin' Korean flicks

Buckets ringin' down the phone cause they need a fix

They said your shit look like some crushed Jalapeno chips

Wow, keep a lot of gas, not the kind that be no fix

A sucker say my name and probably couldn't be no diss

I mean did the alligator feel a thing when the mosquito bit

Don't play yourself, Ace Ventura, Dan Marino shit

Keep in mind this stick tucked, no Ray Finkel shit

I start to screw face with no haste, just show me where the wrinkles is

Hearts with Kool-Aid palpitating, I don't really deal with fructose, although I got the Hugo , Me and a [dollar must canoodle]