Mr. Crocker

Bitch it's cuffin season lemme put you on the roster
Shawty tempting me, she testing me, she in that romper
Lookin for someone that's worth my time and you not her
She just wanna F, I ain't Mr. Crocker

I said Bandz! Bandz bandz bandz bandz
I do what I want and you do what you can
Your bitch ordinary like soup out a can
She said she tryna blow me, she said she a fan
Bitch if I go off you will get popped just like a xan
What I'm smokin on is way too strong I'm in a trans
Empty is a word that you can't say that my pants
I got hella dope and hella 50s in hands

Cruising down the street with my new blocka blocka
Bitch I call it schnitzel, it go rada rada
That bitch got a cherry so you know I'm finna pop her
She be wallin out, so I had to block her
I'm a monster, haters say imposter
Now you tryna eat up at the table wit the lobster
Bitches try to play wit me, quit actin like a toddler
I got green and yellow, call me Aaron Rodgers

Bitch it's cuffin season lemme put you on the roster
Shawty tempting me, she testing me, she in that romper
Lookin for someone that's worth my time and you not her
She just wanna F, I ain't Mr. kcrocker

Woke up wit a bankroll and my baby layin next to me
Haters on my dick are mad that they ain't counting checks wit me
Shawty get the wedding ring if she bring out the best in me
Price, on the ice, make you squint, Rainbows all I see
Hit it from the back I have her walkin like a zombie
She like how I phrase it tell her you know where to find me
They like how I party throw a party in the lobby
Why they tryna copy? this ain't no walky talky



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Writer(s): Joshua Ejiogu
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