Croutons (feat. SavageSpitFlamez, Squad, L.O.E Boog & Sam Tate)

What ya' say Boog? Boog said hold on

Yea we was on that, that's what I'm sayin'

Ya know what I'm sayin' the quality crazy

Oh lordy lord Billy you done did it again

Pick the phone up (hello), put the phone down (shit)
Tell them lil niggas go and get they own style
Tell them niggas we a do it on our own now (yea, yea nigga)
Niggas runnin' round this bitch, I got clones now
Lil bitch tryna come and find the room now
Hit her good now she tryna jump the broom now (shit)
Hold on ma it's too soon lemme cool down (Nah, nah)
Tell them niggas move around fo' we move rounds
This hit like a earthquake, it a move ground (move, move)
Lil nigga just 18, he got two 9s
Tryna take some lil bread that's a crouton (crouton)
Get in a bitch head when you move on (for real)
Smoke a bow in a week, but it's too strong (aye for real)
Gettin hoed by a freak is the new low
Can't hoe a young g I got two mo' (I got two mo)
I don't like to go to sleep cause I'm

(Yeah)
I don't even go to sleep, cause I'm too up
I done went deep now the girl think we booed up
Tryna move up, tryna hang? I don't noose much
All white buffs, lil nigga think I'm Ku Klux (think I'm Ku Klux)
I was in the Rays though, catching rays though
R.I.P. to Steve, I don't fuck with sting rays though
Issa a whole lotta, (Yeah) by the case load
Lil baby got a BBL, now her waist gone
Lil baby took the stand, (tuh) now the case gone
Loose lips sink ships, we above the hate tho
Matter fact bitch, we above the Pesos
Baby asked for the perk, bitch I don't take those (I don't take those)
I was swervin' in Suburbans
I was swervin' in a Rover
You was at home with the Jergen's
I don't even gotta talk much til' I find my purpose
Middle finger to ya bitch ass, nigga I'm servin' (lil nigga)

(Locs, Locs, Locs, Locs, Locs)
Locs in my head like multiple combinations
Drastic, I a run this shit like Jason
Popped up, like Freddie Kruger while you dazing
Shots up, my suspension never basic
Way out the way, smoking day after day (yep)
Mind stay learning like I teach my kids right aye
Penmanship swift ask Taylor how I write aye
Park the whip crooked, but I'm shredded then a knife aye
Ronin spinning crazy, I got 10 in my Nikes aye (duh, duh)
Still a hit the gym, run laps and peddle bikes aye
Treadmill baby, how I stay going high
Stay growing high, stay mowing
Cut this shit up, to a level niggas hate going
Balling like my groin, sorry I ain't cultured
Had to max it out, prey like George Forman
Aye, God dwell inside who my enemies
Relationships I built I test 'em casually (duh)
Got to know my work like a factory (gotta know, gotta know)
Business start to fail cause of faculty

She got good head, yea actually (actually)
I'm bout to go and commit assault and battery (damn)
Me and bro, we'll take out a factory (facts)
On some John Wick shit don't play with me (get the fuck outta here)
I told y'all niggas I'm a real one (real one)
I was on the block and I was stealing shit (facts)
Young nigga with the sauce, I'll take yo bitch (take her)
Had the nine on me, I was well equipped
Yea, I was riding through the city (though the city)
Yea Imma shooter, I been done dropped 50 (fa, fa, fa)
Yea, I'm feeling like 50 (50)
Yea, I got power, can't let these stars get me (bitch)
I drift so swiftly, in a Lambo, I'm bout to get a Lambo
Fuck around and get a Range Rov (Range Rov)
I remember my nigga, Squad was in a Range Rov
Fuck the hate, say it to my face (face)
Yea, fuck around and get erased (shit erased)
I'm just a young thug tryna beat a case
Get to spraying at yo face, no it ain't no mace (no it ain't)
Yea you'll think this shit laced (laced)
Cause this shit crack, you can't get yo shit back (nope)
Yea these niggas sleeping on me like Snorlax
And yo bitch just left, she took a hoe bath
You feel me



Credits
Writer(s): Derrick Coleman, Kyle Shipp, Lawrence Turner, Sam Tate
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