591
I drop two ounces, the sprite was 591
I'm doing the math and shit
I got 198 all on my dash
Like I'm tryna crash and shit
(Krookstar)
I drop two ounces, the sprite was 591
I'm doing the math and shit
I got 198 all on my dash
Like I'm tryna crash and shit
This bitch just called me like Krook what you doing?
I need you to splash in it
I said I'm high bitch, I'm off of this perc
I'm scratching like rash and shit
Young nigga poppin' them xans with my man
Like look how the last year went
Lately, I spend all my time with demons
They fiendin' like tag me in
Niggas they see us, they couldn't believe it
Like what's that a jag we in?
I put my main bitch all in a submission
Like stop being naggy, ye
And niggas influenced, don't know how to do it
They want Krabby Patty, ye
Chill out with the noise, look up to the boy
Krookstar that's ya daddy, ye
I'm sippin fluid, it's thick like its sewage
Krook I'm sippin' raspy, ye
And my drugs kinda blue-ish, I pop me some foolish
I pop me some candy, ye
All this for my mammy
We all brothers, it's a family
White bitch, kinda tanny
Fall asleep fucckin' off a xanny
Sayin' she ain't fuckin with no Plan B? (Huh)
It's all good she understand me
You're so-so, and I'm massive
Shit I'm everything that you can't be
I get good dome in the backseat
And she do dope but who asking?
I'm with Cujo, my dog spazzin'
And her culo, like my mansion
(Uh, uh)
I'm in New France, with a lil substance
And the same ass niggas, I don't do new friends
But I need new bands
And I need a new Benz
And I need to get gone
Krook I'm where the moon is
I drop two ounces, the sprite was 591
I'm doing the math and shit
I got 198 all on my dash
Like I'm tryna crash and shit
This bitch just called me like Krook what you doing?
I need you to splash in it
I said I'm high bitch, I'm off of this perc
I'm scratching like rash and shit
Young nigga poppin' them xans with my man
Like look how the last year went
Lately, I spend all my time with demons
They fiendin' like tag me in
Niggas they see us, they couldn't believe it
Like what's that a jag we in?
I put my main bitch all in a submission
Like stop being naggy, ye
I'm doing the math and shit
I got 198 all on my dash
Like I'm tryna crash and shit
(Krookstar)
I drop two ounces, the sprite was 591
I'm doing the math and shit
I got 198 all on my dash
Like I'm tryna crash and shit
This bitch just called me like Krook what you doing?
I need you to splash in it
I said I'm high bitch, I'm off of this perc
I'm scratching like rash and shit
Young nigga poppin' them xans with my man
Like look how the last year went
Lately, I spend all my time with demons
They fiendin' like tag me in
Niggas they see us, they couldn't believe it
Like what's that a jag we in?
I put my main bitch all in a submission
Like stop being naggy, ye
And niggas influenced, don't know how to do it
They want Krabby Patty, ye
Chill out with the noise, look up to the boy
Krookstar that's ya daddy, ye
I'm sippin fluid, it's thick like its sewage
Krook I'm sippin' raspy, ye
And my drugs kinda blue-ish, I pop me some foolish
I pop me some candy, ye
All this for my mammy
We all brothers, it's a family
White bitch, kinda tanny
Fall asleep fucckin' off a xanny
Sayin' she ain't fuckin with no Plan B? (Huh)
It's all good she understand me
You're so-so, and I'm massive
Shit I'm everything that you can't be
I get good dome in the backseat
And she do dope but who asking?
I'm with Cujo, my dog spazzin'
And her culo, like my mansion
(Uh, uh)
I'm in New France, with a lil substance
And the same ass niggas, I don't do new friends
But I need new bands
And I need a new Benz
And I need to get gone
Krook I'm where the moon is
I drop two ounces, the sprite was 591
I'm doing the math and shit
I got 198 all on my dash
Like I'm tryna crash and shit
This bitch just called me like Krook what you doing?
I need you to splash in it
I said I'm high bitch, I'm off of this perc
I'm scratching like rash and shit
Young nigga poppin' them xans with my man
Like look how the last year went
Lately, I spend all my time with demons
They fiendin' like tag me in
Niggas they see us, they couldn't believe it
Like what's that a jag we in?
I put my main bitch all in a submission
Like stop being naggy, ye
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