CRACK WOLVES (feat. syki)

Ugh Shit Yeah, Aye, Yeah Aye, even on the coldest days I gotta look the hottest Killing niggas in coldest ways and just being honest Niggas got fake Alexander Wangs, look at me wearing real pradas Do you mean prodigy's, no I mean enchiladas with some salsa Cuz I'm back at it, glad bags and flat backs A pack rat, a crass habit, crash flashing scratch that I'm pass rapping I'ma show off, I'm too Bad no Pat Hackett I'ma Takeoff, without the dreads and the wack outfits In a simulation playing Robo Recall while she grip on my drawls You need balls to deal with god's seagulls and fat nigga free falls You Kim, you not Biggie Smalls, talk to me you above the laws All of a sudden, it's black kings driving U-Hauls and blood on mall walls, shit