Crunch Time
I been out road running thugging taking risk
Took a lil break I'm back tripping in this bitch
Niggas acting like they him but bitch I'm really him
Got a cold ass limp cause it's a 40 on my hip
I ain't playing no games these niggas got it fucked up
Out here chasing hoes you need to get yo bucks up
See me I be fly asf walking with a lump sum
Rob who take what I bet you niggas catch one
I ain't going back and forth I'll get em gone
It's a 21 skunk go and send em home
I'm suga free I tried to tell these hoes to leave me alone
She gone fuck the whole team because she see we on
Man these niggas just be rapping they ain't getting to no money
We was broke and bummy at that time it wasn't funny
Made it through the pain and storm now our days a lil sunny
Man yo hating don't mean nothing cause the whole town love me
Man the goal is to make a hundred in a day
Street nigga rock designer with the new jays
I aint no broke local rapper bitch I'm getting paid
We don't want you niggas love because we know it's fake
Stood firm I stayed solid on that frontline
I don't know bout you niggas but I want mines
Humble nigga but I'm known to press a cold line
I just came to drop 50 when it's crunch time
Another message on my Apple Watch its another play
This another glock this another kay
Speaking on me say it now if you feel a way
Speaking on me say it now if you feel a way
When they say my name i know they got a sour taste
How a nigga was just fucked up and now a found a way
In these streets it's hell a cold keep your feelings out the way
Niggas kicking it rats never thought I'll see the day
How you thugging with em knowing he on paperwork
Money keep flipping flipping yeah I make my paper work
A1 or nothing you can quote me on it state it first
I ain't going like no hoe because I know my worth
Niggas rats niggas thief's I don't know what's worse
Ask me these niggas need to be up in the dirt
You ain't gone never get no where cause you don't put in work
Cuban links and gold ropes shining on my shirt
Stood firm I stayed solid on that frontline
I don't know bout you niggas but I want mines
Humble nigga but I'm known to press a cold line
I just came to drop 50 when it's crunch time
Took a lil break I'm back tripping in this bitch
Niggas acting like they him but bitch I'm really him
Got a cold ass limp cause it's a 40 on my hip
I ain't playing no games these niggas got it fucked up
Out here chasing hoes you need to get yo bucks up
See me I be fly asf walking with a lump sum
Rob who take what I bet you niggas catch one
I ain't going back and forth I'll get em gone
It's a 21 skunk go and send em home
I'm suga free I tried to tell these hoes to leave me alone
She gone fuck the whole team because she see we on
Man these niggas just be rapping they ain't getting to no money
We was broke and bummy at that time it wasn't funny
Made it through the pain and storm now our days a lil sunny
Man yo hating don't mean nothing cause the whole town love me
Man the goal is to make a hundred in a day
Street nigga rock designer with the new jays
I aint no broke local rapper bitch I'm getting paid
We don't want you niggas love because we know it's fake
Stood firm I stayed solid on that frontline
I don't know bout you niggas but I want mines
Humble nigga but I'm known to press a cold line
I just came to drop 50 when it's crunch time
Another message on my Apple Watch its another play
This another glock this another kay
Speaking on me say it now if you feel a way
Speaking on me say it now if you feel a way
When they say my name i know they got a sour taste
How a nigga was just fucked up and now a found a way
In these streets it's hell a cold keep your feelings out the way
Niggas kicking it rats never thought I'll see the day
How you thugging with em knowing he on paperwork
Money keep flipping flipping yeah I make my paper work
A1 or nothing you can quote me on it state it first
I ain't going like no hoe because I know my worth
Niggas rats niggas thief's I don't know what's worse
Ask me these niggas need to be up in the dirt
You ain't gone never get no where cause you don't put in work
Cuban links and gold ropes shining on my shirt
Stood firm I stayed solid on that frontline
I don't know bout you niggas but I want mines
Humble nigga but I'm known to press a cold line
I just came to drop 50 when it's crunch time
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Writer(s): Anthony Ford
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