Crafty

I just had to see
What my energy got to be
This that Crafty shit nigga
No hook
I swear I'm the hardest nigga ina city no lie

I am a artist
This rap shit is my craft
In high school
I only paid attention in math
Been getting to the cheese
Before I knew of Robert Kraft
My la youngin got Crafty
I gave him game he gave me half
Had a pop in Avondale
White boy for the white boy
Moon rocks
For the skate boarders
I got
Nothing for these bitches
No lie
See me shining
But I can't spoil her
Cause when I go broke
I can't call her
But when she need something
I can't starve her
I ain't a real man
I ain't a real father
What the fuck
Who am I
No I'm not a duck
My ice skating like the Mighty Ducks
Man down if a nigga reach
I swear ima die from manning up
10 Toes when I run em up
I got 1 bitch and a runner up
I put a 1 on that bundle uh
I got my vision on tunnel uh
Next year ain't no stumbling
Like fumbling packs and recovering
Like falling for bitches and loving em
Got some basic bitches I ain't fuckin em
Rubber on
Couldn't slip
She playing pregnant so I'm duckin her
She fucked the gang I ain't letting up
I get that money and double up
I'm so humble I can't fuck it up
I'm from the mud they dug me up
All the pretty bitches really loving us

We get Crafty
I'm feeling myself
You should do the same
I feel like a boss
You should feel the same
Them niggas ain't us
No we ain't the same
We get crafty

Yeah I know it she feeling me
And her friend think I'm arrogant
But they don't get it
They don't get it
Gotta keep a distance
I don't want no evidence
I'm tryna bag
Then I'm dippin
Burkin bag
If she a winner
They said I changed
No I didn't
I'm on some shit
Bigger business
I heard a nigga trippin
In his heart bag
I got a bag I ain't trippin
I'm feelin myself fuck a nigga
Gone make me
Master bate the lemon
They biting my shit said the dentist
It is what it is I'm consistent
My haters lurking like a witness
I kilt the scene and the witness
I kilt her pussy and intentions
I blew her high we was piffin
She blew the horn I was in it
Car sex I'm the engine
Fucked a nigga baby mama
And he told mines
Why these niggas snitching
I don't give a fuck
Bout your feelings nigga
She know it's mines
Know your limit
Aye
Sippin lemonade
Bumpin Lemonade
While she whippin up
The dinner
Shorty think that she Yonce
I'll say she a Kylie Jenner
She know I got stripes like a tiger
Tiger nigga would golf a nigga
Gorilla glue you to the caufin nigga
When we bring that smoke

Aye
This that Alvar shit lil nigga
We get crafty over here lil nigga
You know what it is lil nigga
Crafty crafty crafty



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Foy
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