"Often" lyrics
Casper TNG & LocoCity Lyrics
Do a drill often (Ah)
Pop a pill often
We pull up, pull up, put him in a coffin
Chest shot have him lookin' like he coughin' (Uh)
Gun residue on my Fendi suit (Uh)
Gun residue on a Bentley coupe (Uh)
Do a drill often (Uh)
Pop a pill often (Uh)
I can't lie, I got so much on my conscience
These voices in my head, they keep on talkin'
I swear they keep on tellin' me to chalk him down
And I ain't drivin' by, nigga, I'm walkin' down
A new Fendi fit and she diggin' it
I don't carry 22's, I can't Wiggins it
I got my city locked up, fuck a Limitless
And if you got a problem we can figure it
Ouuuuuu
Pop a pill often
And if he friends wit' opps I just might jot him
Milly rock him
These ain't True's they Balmain's
I hit the mall and blow a couple stacks often
Do a drill often (Ah)
Pop a pill often
We pull up, pull up, put him in a coffin
Chest shot have him lookin' like he coughin' (Uh)
Gun residue on my Fendi suit (Uh)
Gun residue on a Bentley coupe (Uh)
Do a drill often (Uh)
Pop a pill often (Uh)
Do a drill often
Heard 'em niggas on the way, started plottin' (Ha)
But I ain't wit' the talkin'
Hammer homie, man I'm not the type to toss him (Ha)
And let's just keep it real
I'm really in the field
My broski died and nobody wanna go do a drill
Like tell me how I feel, my lil' bro do it by himself
Don't need nobody help, my lil' bro need nobody help
Ha, and I just keep it real
Told my nigga, "Please don't crash the wheel"
Broski told me that I need a deal
I got the streets like nigga fuck a deal
Do a drill often (Ah)
Pop a pill often
We pull up, pull up, put him in a coffin
Chest shot have him lookin' like he coughin' (Uh)
Gun residue on my Fendi suit (Uh)
Gun residue on a Bentley coupe (Uh)
Do a drill often (Uh)
Pop a pill often (Uh)
Pop a pill often
We pull up, pull up, put him in a coffin
Chest shot have him lookin' like he coughin' (Uh)
Gun residue on my Fendi suit (Uh)
Gun residue on a Bentley coupe (Uh)
Do a drill often (Uh)
Pop a pill often (Uh)
I can't lie, I got so much on my conscience
These voices in my head, they keep on talkin'
I swear they keep on tellin' me to chalk him down
And I ain't drivin' by, nigga, I'm walkin' down
A new Fendi fit and she diggin' it
I don't carry 22's, I can't Wiggins it
I got my city locked up, fuck a Limitless
And if you got a problem we can figure it
Ouuuuuu
Pop a pill often
And if he friends wit' opps I just might jot him
Milly rock him
These ain't True's they Balmain's
I hit the mall and blow a couple stacks often
Do a drill often (Ah)
Pop a pill often
We pull up, pull up, put him in a coffin
Chest shot have him lookin' like he coughin' (Uh)
Gun residue on my Fendi suit (Uh)
Gun residue on a Bentley coupe (Uh)
Do a drill often (Uh)
Pop a pill often (Uh)
Do a drill often
Heard 'em niggas on the way, started plottin' (Ha)
But I ain't wit' the talkin'
Hammer homie, man I'm not the type to toss him (Ha)
And let's just keep it real
I'm really in the field
My broski died and nobody wanna go do a drill
Like tell me how I feel, my lil' bro do it by himself
Don't need nobody help, my lil' bro need nobody help
Ha, and I just keep it real
Told my nigga, "Please don't crash the wheel"
Broski told me that I need a deal
I got the streets like nigga fuck a deal
Do a drill often (Ah)
Pop a pill often
We pull up, pull up, put him in a coffin
Chest shot have him lookin' like he coughin' (Uh)
Gun residue on my Fendi suit (Uh)
Gun residue on a Bentley coupe (Uh)
Do a drill often (Uh)
Pop a pill often (Uh)
