Crawl (feat. KingATF & Fashodie)

(Does he look like a bitch?)

I be cookin' shit just like a chef, aye
Fuck my life bitch, nigga I'm a mess, aye
Already know what the fuck going on with the slits up on my wrist, yuh, aye
Watch it fuckin' drip, aye
Blood stains all on my sheets
Fucking a bitch til a skeet
Don't give a fuck about none of these niggas
I'm making it bang, they run like a track meet
Gotta go get it, you know what the fuck
ATF letting that ho, semi bust
Niggas they run and they jump and they scatter
All of his folk can get plastered
Keepin' them guns and my drugs in my mattress
Nigga we gon' lay you flat bitch
Uh, popping a pill just for the thrill
Fuck around, nigga get killed
Fuck around nigga get smoked like a motherfucking vapor
Like a blunt
Don't give a fuck man I'll fuck a bitch, aye, yuh
Shawty a slut

Fuckin' abroad, then I go camoflauge
See how I'm coming off (uh, who?)
Watch how you run your mouth, don't wanna fuck around
Sit on the fucking couch (uh, you)
Aye, not living honest
Bitch I'm the prophet, come off hella toxic (yuh, ooh)
Check yo ass like a depost
They call me the young Davey Crocket, yuh
The menace electro, bitch I'm gonna shock 'em
She say I'm extendo when I start the rockin'
Call me undertaker when I start the droppin'
Ball just like the lakers and I'm never stoppin'
Fish out of water, these bitches be floppin'
Never been taller and I'm never fallin'
If I'm a runner, you bitches are crawling
Ain't nothing dumber than people who stallin'
Too much water, can't turn off the faucet
We stacking them dollars but that ain't no profit
We putting it back and we watching it rocket
The minutes be fat til we're lining our pockets
But thats how we make it I'm just being honest
If this game is poker and I'm going all in
Need me a chauffeur when I go out shoppin'
Don't even know her but she keep on callin'
Don't even know her but she keep on callin'



Credits
Writer(s): Devin Fiveash
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