Crunch Time
Hoo, Yeah, yeah
Staring at the (Prada, what the fuck yo?)
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Luh bent, luh bent, luh bent
Luh bent, luh bent, luh bent, luh bent
Luh bent, luh bent, luh bent, luh bent
Staring at the clock, Crunch Time
Never never, am I fuck that bitch?
I guess it's time
That bitch on my left
I told that bitch to wrap my tie
Slippin' on them Runtz
I told that boy to hold the line
Yes, I know that boy
I never had to wait in line
Wanna go and tell em
Run that boy, just for the time
Whenever I'm up
I ride that bike like a sled
We just roaming round
I popped that bitch and she give me head
Yeah, I fucked your bone up
Fuck that bitch, she called me sad
Roam around the city
And that bitch got what you had
Um, act like I don't know
I'm never ever holdin' ties
Double-tap that hoe, and try to chop up my ride (yeah!)
No, I never talked to that bitch, yeah
Yeah, I just put a pound on that bitch, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm fly, I go bananas in this bitch, yeah, yeah
Please don't think, let's go and jam out in this bitch, yeah yeah
Made a milli in pajamas, little bitch, yeah yeah
And I popped that bitch, I bought that blimp
Uh, yeah, and I gave that shit away, yeah
That's your bitch
She suck my dick and eat my tip, yeah
Staring at the clock, Crunch Time
What would never, am I fuck that bitch?
I guess it's time
That bitch on my left
I told that bitch to wrap my tie
Slippin' on them Runtz
I told that boy to hold the line
Yeah, and I never wait in line
Diamonds hit the face
These Johnny Dang, they no SI
Yeah, put it on the guys
I will never drop the line
Told them I be tryna run
I turned that boy into a fry
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was only tryna hide, yeah
You was an informant
Bitch, you work for Super Why, yeah
Told that bitch that I would give that hoe the world
I told her bye, yeah
Gotta cheat on that lil bitch
Before she meet another guy
Yeah, Runtz pack brought me to life
X keep me going, I don't need to know the Y
Pushing on that potent
I sold drugs on the side
And that Glock will make you roam in
Cause he can't put up a fight
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah, ooo
Staring at the (Prada, what the fuck yo?)
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go
Luh bent, luh bent, luh bent
Luh bent, luh bent, luh bent, luh bent
Luh bent, luh bent, luh bent, luh bent
Staring at the clock, Crunch Time
Never never, am I fuck that bitch?
I guess it's time
That bitch on my left
I told that bitch to wrap my tie
Slippin' on them Runtz
I told that boy to hold the line
Yes, I know that boy
I never had to wait in line
Wanna go and tell em
Run that boy, just for the time
Whenever I'm up
I ride that bike like a sled
We just roaming round
I popped that bitch and she give me head
Yeah, I fucked your bone up
Fuck that bitch, she called me sad
Roam around the city
And that bitch got what you had
Um, act like I don't know
I'm never ever holdin' ties
Double-tap that hoe, and try to chop up my ride (yeah!)
No, I never talked to that bitch, yeah
Yeah, I just put a pound on that bitch, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I'm fly, I go bananas in this bitch, yeah, yeah
Please don't think, let's go and jam out in this bitch, yeah yeah
Made a milli in pajamas, little bitch, yeah yeah
And I popped that bitch, I bought that blimp
Uh, yeah, and I gave that shit away, yeah
That's your bitch
She suck my dick and eat my tip, yeah
Staring at the clock, Crunch Time
What would never, am I fuck that bitch?
I guess it's time
That bitch on my left
I told that bitch to wrap my tie
Slippin' on them Runtz
I told that boy to hold the line
Yeah, and I never wait in line
Diamonds hit the face
These Johnny Dang, they no SI
Yeah, put it on the guys
I will never drop the line
Told them I be tryna run
I turned that boy into a fry
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I was only tryna hide, yeah
You was an informant
Bitch, you work for Super Why, yeah
Told that bitch that I would give that hoe the world
I told her bye, yeah
Gotta cheat on that lil bitch
Before she meet another guy
Yeah, Runtz pack brought me to life
X keep me going, I don't need to know the Y
Pushing on that potent
I sold drugs on the side
And that Glock will make you roam in
Cause he can't put up a fight
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah
Woah, yeah, yeah, ooo
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Writer(s): Sean Wavshell
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