CRISCO

They be calling like I'm Crisco, bad bitch let her hips go They didn't expect that I'd pull up with a missile, get throat No more talking, then we get low Big dreams I had before pigs shot my dad, threw in the body bag continued to live fast, as time passed Used to cry and get real mad, cause people kept judging me about my past Now they want hash, friends won't even last, so I don't react Keep a mac in my backpack with a click-clack, and it go rat-tat-tat-tat, if you missed that On my weed, you see the snowflakes, like Prada or the Dolce Price tags on bags, I take change if you can't pay Consume it like it's OJ, you better not owe me C-4 to your door and that's just a foreplay All day I'm up, get the package out the truck That shit that makes you bluff, act all tough, then we bust Don't discuss with us, I'm the type to get you touched Leave your guts hanging out, compared to a slut's They be calling like im Crisco Bad bitch, let her hips go Didn't expect that I'd pull up with a missile Get though, no more talking, then we get low JAHQUIS2COLD