Gatecrashers (feat. Christ The Giant)

It's about time you showed up, Christ
You're the only hope for our world!
Yeah, ay, yeah, ay, ay, ay (Go fucking nuts)
Big body benz on the two tone
XL rims how I'm gon' slide
Shawty gon' ride
Beatin' the brakes off
But she still gon' pull up on top (Go 'head now)
Pull up outside
Bitch I've been getting this money, I count this shit every damn night
Feeling too nice
I've been smoking grade a shit
Y'all niggas been smoking on spice (Uh, huh)
Yeah it's the Giant, I'm built like a tyrant
When I come through, yeah, I pull up with height
I know some niggas that don't got no patience
So I would be careful to talk to 'em right (Huh, huh)
I know some niggas that couldn't see the grеatness
So I had to boss up on them outta spite (Huh, huh)
Lord of thе game bitch, I've been the Messiah (Huh, huh)
I'm the one you pray to every damn night (Huh, huh)
Got me some weight, but bitch
I'm in the best damn shape I've been in my whole life
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, my whole life)
Fry with the shake, the way I been smoking that shit
My brain gon' be deep fried
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, be deep fried)
Give her a taste, now shawty she all up in my face
She want me to be that guy
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, be that guy)
Put that bitch down, and that's word to my nigga drown
I need that bitch baptized
(Ayy, ayy, bitch baptized)
TWxWKS kick it with the real ones, we don't fuck with lames
Even through the fame and the fortune, finna stay the same
But you cut off all your homies like a razor blade
We done won the fuckin' game, now pour the Gatorade
Glitter on my hand, moonwalk and hit my thriller dance
Billie Jean, lookin' real mean on my Killa Cam
Runnin' man, killin' everything, I'm the Son of Sam
Pull up on the scene lookin' clean, call me Spic and Span
I got bad habits, tryna break 'em, but it's really hard (Ayy)
Gather round the table and they listen like a seminar (Ayy)
Serve it up, give me half the cut and now I'm kicking cars (Ayy)
Roll the dice and hit a lucky strike, but I don't smoke cigars (Ayy)
Ridin' 'round town with a boom stick
Finger on the trigger, keep it steady, baby he's lit
Hit that head shot and make him fold just like an omelet
You bitches aren't stoppin' this
We catch a dub and dance a bit
Ayy, all this blab blab blab, talk talk talk, chit, chit, chit-chatter
About all this discourse that ain't even matter
Bitch please shut your mouth 'fore we send you to Saturn
I feel so Nintendo, I'm playing with power
Order the check for the table, I'm about to go out (Huh)
I put the tip for the waiter in the roof of her mouth (Go 'head now)
I'm with the minions in the cockpit and nobody's allowed (Huh)
Yuh, kinship flying low, but we high in the clouds
We running shit, but get tired quick
Ain't no politics, suck my dick
Mining with no pick, pour it on my drink, uh
I'm the invincible hulk
I'm in the invisible boat
Parkin' that shit at the coast
I got incredible throat
New single gotta promote
I really need to know why y'all bitches won't hop off of my dick
'Cause I already know them words you say online ain't backed by shit
Them empty threats you send my way just got me laughin'
'Cause I'm in front of your house loadin' up, all I need
To turn your crib into a ditch (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Caught a body, cashed a check, I feel like a fuckin' gun for hire
Ain't got no time to talk it out, it's so much easier to open fire
You, not enough (Ayy)
It's like they can't even handle it, the way I eat it up (Ayy)
You either make like Slatt Traverso and start pickin' up my pace (Ayy)
Or you 'gon get left in the dust
Just fucking knockin' at the gates (Ayy)
Fuckin' knockin' at the gates
I'm kicking down the door and I'm fucking on your hoe
You must be getting scared the way I'm breaking in there's no
Emotion in my face 'cept the rage so I'ma blow
My pistol through the window, that's a warning so you know
I'm deadly and I'm lethal, can't trust nobody no more
Last time ya boy did that I nearly fucked this shit for all
So now I be too careful 'cause you never really know
If you get another chance, if you get another go
I hate the fucking snakes, they just slither through the grasses
I sock 'em in the jaw, have 'em left on their asses
Breaking through the window, leave 'em showered by the glasses
And teach a fucking lesson like they're back to taking classes
We making classics, your shit we trashing
Metaphorically bashing, then we get to real bashing
If I'm caught around you, then I get to fucking dashing
TWxWKS breaking in, we the fucking gatecrashers