Lyrics Quiet As Ever (Casey) - Zak North

I know a nasty girl named Casey she a thot, mhm
But she know she da baby she's a bop, mhm
I get more holes than my crocs, mhm
And everything I rock is out of stock, huh
I was in St. Thomas on a yacht, huh
Balenciaga slippers on a dock, huh
How much that cost, bitch alot, huh
They don't want to see me hit my stride

Better to ask forgiveness than permission I guess
But you better be ready for everything coming next
I just keep myself busy with music, money, and sex
If I didn't lord knows, it'd be off with your head
Purple high in my cup, soul plane
Killer drip suicidal, Cobain
Doing lines off the table issa soul train
Baby you should slow down before you pop vein
Fuck that metaphor talk that's what y'all want from me
I know big niggas who call me the big homie
She got a tramp stamp ooo it say his only
Ain't no cap this is Church this my testimony
The only heart I show now come in chrome
Bitches trying to pin me down for my chromosomes
Then she got pregnant guess I came into my own
Wasn't in a day but all my roads lead to Rome

I know a nasty girl named Casey she a thot, mhm
But she know she da baby she's a bop, mhm
I get more holes than my crocs, mhm
And everything I rock is out of stock, huh
I was in St. Thomas on a yacht, huh
Balenciaga slippers on a dock, huh
How much that cost, bitch alot, huh
They don't want to see me hit my stride

It's different when they give it you nobody gave it
Talked to Carter yeah he said I got it I gotta slay it
Fuck it, came off the bench and I dropped fifty
If they still on the fence then they not with me

I know a nasty girl named Casey she a thot, mhm
But she know she da baby she's a bop, mhm
I get more holes than my crocs, mhm
And everything I rock is out of stock, huh
I was in St. Thomas on a yacht, huh
Balenciaga slippers on a dock, huh
How much that cost, bitch alot, huh
They don't want to see me hit my stride