Crunch Time
Crunch time game on the line
You better give me the rock
Swish
Nothing but net
Ima give it my all until it four 0s on that clock
Stay with 4 Os and my glock
Defense I got shit in lock
Play with the squad
Ain't not one nigga fraud
It's going down like jock
So many bags
I'm laughing they mad
I got the juice like pac
What you gone do with that Rock
Sell it or
Pass it
And give up that game winning shot
Let
Another nigga come take yo spot
I'm the hottest lil rapper
No trapper
No capper
I really punch that clock
Put in work on that block
My bitch like twerking
Ugh ugh
I Just put new tits on my thot
She know I'm the man
I'm hot
Whats in my pants a mf knot
Ain't in no rush I can mf trot
Pull up on the scene thumping that loaf in the lot
My circle real small like a mf dot
To ride this wave you need a mf yacht
I'm chasing that cheddar
Couple thousand in one of my pockets
I'm doing way better
Niggas want beef
But they pockets
Real empty
You niggas just gotta do better
Fight or shoot I'm with whatever
Slide through in any weather
Send em off like a letter
When that bag talk
Put that glit on my bezzle
Loafed up on a whole other level
Gold n my neck like I just won a medal
All for the cause like a rebel
All gas
Can't take my foot off this pedal
In bed she say I'm the devil
Mtp I can't settle
Wrecked how many homes serval
Gotta keep this shit federal
Flexing on niggas for 24 hours
No planet fitness
Dirty money on his head
my niggas handle the business
Ugh
Call YG for the plug
Pull up
Lay his ass down in his kitchen
Hoody on like travon
No mask on the drill
My niggas was tripping
2 sticks like I'm knitting
Like a mattress we jumping then flip em
No confirmation Only the squad in my eyes he'll naw we ain't clicking
Loaf Murda he dope he spitting
After we fuck she dipping
One night stand no kissing
Cuff who I'm only cuffing them Digits
I'm am who off the spinach (Pop eye)
Niggas be mad cuz I'm winning
Same Glocks identical twinning
Down to ride them corners we bending
Use to toat 10 shots in the can
But I had to extend it
Can die with all this money
So fuck it ima go spend it
You better give me the rock
Swish
Nothing but net
Ima give it my all until it four 0s on that clock
Stay with 4 Os and my glock
Defense I got shit in lock
Play with the squad
Ain't not one nigga fraud
It's going down like jock
So many bags
I'm laughing they mad
I got the juice like pac
What you gone do with that Rock
Sell it or
Pass it
And give up that game winning shot
Let
Another nigga come take yo spot
I'm the hottest lil rapper
No trapper
No capper
I really punch that clock
Put in work on that block
My bitch like twerking
Ugh ugh
I Just put new tits on my thot
She know I'm the man
I'm hot
Whats in my pants a mf knot
Ain't in no rush I can mf trot
Pull up on the scene thumping that loaf in the lot
My circle real small like a mf dot
To ride this wave you need a mf yacht
I'm chasing that cheddar
Couple thousand in one of my pockets
I'm doing way better
Niggas want beef
But they pockets
Real empty
You niggas just gotta do better
Fight or shoot I'm with whatever
Slide through in any weather
Send em off like a letter
When that bag talk
Put that glit on my bezzle
Loafed up on a whole other level
Gold n my neck like I just won a medal
All for the cause like a rebel
All gas
Can't take my foot off this pedal
In bed she say I'm the devil
Mtp I can't settle
Wrecked how many homes serval
Gotta keep this shit federal
Flexing on niggas for 24 hours
No planet fitness
Dirty money on his head
my niggas handle the business
Ugh
Call YG for the plug
Pull up
Lay his ass down in his kitchen
Hoody on like travon
No mask on the drill
My niggas was tripping
2 sticks like I'm knitting
Like a mattress we jumping then flip em
No confirmation Only the squad in my eyes he'll naw we ain't clicking
Loaf Murda he dope he spitting
After we fuck she dipping
One night stand no kissing
Cuff who I'm only cuffing them Digits
I'm am who off the spinach (Pop eye)
Niggas be mad cuz I'm winning
Same Glocks identical twinning
Down to ride them corners we bending
Use to toat 10 shots in the can
But I had to extend it
Can die with all this money
So fuck it ima go spend it
Credits
Writer(s): Loaf Murda
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