illrose & prayforjoeyy yummy crunch şarkı sözleri
The way that I step on these niggas man I swear to God it ain't fair
I came in wit Prada and Louis I told all my opps please don't stare
I be back in a minute
I think I just gotta go get me some air
All the drugs in my body I'm geekin' so hard yea I just left the atmosphere
Groupie lil hoe I know she wanna come to my show told her hop on a plane
I'm in that Audi RS four rings yea my bitch she pulled up in a Range
Heard you ain't getting no money
Heard you ain't got any change
Stop claiming that you wit Bit90 that's shit so lame that shit strange
I might just hop on a jet and take a lil trip to the island
Keep these sticks on me like 24/7 in case shit get violent
I'm on the highway two twenty my dash I might f*ck up the mileage
Flipping these packs everyday to the junkies that shit helped me drop outta college
I'm just being honest
Couple a niggas had swag back then but right now they lost it
All of this swag on me right now it's like I came out the closet
They saying I'm toxic yea
I eat up that pussy for lunch I told my side bitch pull up to the brunch
Hmmm yummy crunch
After that we gonna roll up a blunt
Hmm hunnid buns
If you owe me you better pay up all the funds
Watch me kick that lil bitch off the curve
Ima hop on the highway yea I'm bout to swerve
Watch me get my get back it's my turn
Yea I'm coming in hot don't burn
I'm to hot like Scotty I just pulled up in a audi
He says he got vs diamonds boy that shit look cloudy
Purple in my cup yeah the shit just got me drowsy
Pull up with a nine I'm a rebel just like Rowdy
Pull up with a bad bitch shawty came from Saudi
She said I'm ambitious bitch I said no I ain't Saudi
Yeah they talking bout they trap they don't know nothing about it
Yeah he talking about them racks he don't know nothing about it
Pockets full of dibas
Bitch I keep that heater
Can't see me like Cena
Yeah my bitch a Diva
I'm in space like Frieza
Kill him like Vegeta
Bitch that purple in my cup got me leaning like Piza
The way that I step on these niggas man I swear to God it ain't fair
I came in wit Prada and Louis I told all my opps please don't stare
I be back in a minute
I think I just gotta go get me some air
All the drugs in my body I'm geekin' so hard yea I just left the atmosphere
Groupie lil hoe I know she wanna come to my show told her hop on a plane
I'm in that Audi RS four rings yea my bitch she pulled up in a Range
Heard you ain't getting no money
Heard you ain't got any change
Stop claiming that you wit Bit90 that's shit so lame that shit strange