Way2Soon

Hey bud it's Craig, saw that you're in the studio, f*ck that shit up Countin' up this cash Give your girl a rash F*ck her in the ass Sucking on my dick in class My money green like grass Yo shit blue When I grow my shit gon' blow Pull on my dick she gon' blow When I come over it's a thrill Poppin a pill shit got me hazy Shit got me going crazy Making these bands y'all been lazy When it comes to these bands y'all got none See me in the streets you gon' run Yo girl gon' give me some Yeah she might just make me cum My jumper wet like a pool You f*ck with me you a fool You f*ck with CAO you a hoe Next year I'm going on tour Backstage we making your mom scream We making that bitch cream Hop in the beam, hop in the whip Take a sip, take a rip Of this boof make you poof Bitch I'm magic See me in the streets its gon' be tragic Count up my cash count up my dough My ice is cold as snow Count up all my green Gonna have a mil by fifteen I'm on that money routine This shit just in my genes I got a fire cuisine, feasting on chow mein Put me in the hall of fame, if they don't its a shame Lowkey sick of this hate Me blowing up its just fate My shit only growing Its raining, its pouring I'm wet of hate Y'all think that I'm trash but that just ain't the case