CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Crypto
Oh yeah, Chris
Wipe a pu**y n***a's nose, he need a Kleenex
Kill a n***a in Wal-Mart,?they?need to clean?up
Been drinkin' too much lean, I?need to detox
I got the app on my phone so I can see cops
Learned everything off a computer, I don't need books
He thought snitchin' would set him free, but still got cooked
I threw all my fake IDs and still got booked
Upped my Draco on a n***a and he got shook
He tried to reach for my sh*t and then he shot himself
Tried to go to rehab for my addiction, but it didn't help
VPN on my computer, gotta move stealth
A n***a just bought my last 'bow, it's time to re-up
Chillin' on the seven like Eastside ReUp
Took a flight to Cali, now I'm chillin' with my feet up
He wearin' fake diamonds, need my sh*t straight out the freezer
How much I hit the road? Sh*t, I do it really frequent
Couple thousand every day, that's the type of sh*t I'm seein'
Wore a ten thousand dollar fit to a business meetin'
Walked in the room, got people lookin' at me different
He thought he had the same Runtz as me, but it's different
N***a said he gettin' more money than me, I beg to differ
Took the b*t*h inside to open up, her name Tiffany
I think these n***as want me off the streets, this sh*t tricky
We was broke as hell, all of us was wearin' D**kies
Ate ramen noodles 'cause we couldn't be picky
Been goin' through some sh*t, I just hope my b*t*h stick with me
And I'm prayin' to God that none of my n***as snitch on me
Big a** strap, can't no n***a pick on me
Steady askin' God like, "Bro, why you pick me?"
Came from ridin' buckets, now I need some foreign car keys
Came to Detroit and threw a mess, Ron Artest
I'm a con artist slash swiper, turned into a rapper
Why your scale so clean? It don't got residue
You don't sell sh*t, basically, is what I'm tellin' you
Your b*t*h cheated, bro, I think I forgot to tell you
Somebody call the beat man for "Swipe Story 4"
Better wear a condom when you f**k 'cause she's a dirty w****
I just tested a new piece at the corner store
Prost**uting-a** b*t*h, you's a corner w****
I feel like that n***a Scooch 'cause I'm an overlord
Spent ten thousand on one piece, I went overboard
Tryna record a mixtape, somebody hit record
I just went to get some iPhones 'cause I was bored
A label said forty thousand and he got ignored
'Cause man, really, I can make that off of what I'm doin'
Got a room with your b*t*h and we started screwin'
'Bout to close my Instagram, the feds know what I'm doin'
Ran off on a suburban lady, she said, "Thank you, darling"
I'm makin' money by myself, I think I need a partner
My battery just went dead, I think I need a charger
Battery in this bucket went dead, I think I need a Charger
Man, I scammed a little kid and I think it's Arthur
Wipe a pu**y n***a's nose, he need a Kleenex
Kill a n***a in Wal-Mart,?they?need to clean?up
Been drinkin' too much lean, I?need to detox
I got the app on my phone so I can see cops
Learned everything off a computer, I don't need books
He thought snitchin' would set him free, but still got cooked
I threw all my fake IDs and still got booked
Upped my Draco on a n***a and he got shook
He tried to reach for my sh*t and then he shot himself
Tried to go to rehab for my addiction, but it didn't help
VPN on my computer, gotta move stealth
A n***a just bought my last 'bow, it's time to re-up
Chillin' on the seven like Eastside ReUp
Took a flight to Cali, now I'm chillin' with my feet up
He wearin' fake diamonds, need my sh*t straight out the freezer
How much I hit the road? Sh*t, I do it really frequent
Couple thousand every day, that's the type of sh*t I'm seein'
Wore a ten thousand dollar fit to a business meetin'
Walked in the room, got people lookin' at me different
He thought he had the same Runtz as me, but it's different
N***a said he gettin' more money than me, I beg to differ
Took the b*t*h inside to open up, her name Tiffany
I think these n***as want me off the streets, this sh*t tricky
We was broke as hell, all of us was wearin' D**kies
Ate ramen noodles 'cause we couldn't be picky
Been goin' through some sh*t, I just hope my b*t*h stick with me
And I'm prayin' to God that none of my n***as snitch on me
Big a** strap, can't no n***a pick on me
Steady askin' God like, "Bro, why you pick me?"
Came from ridin' buckets, now I need some foreign car keys
Came to Detroit and threw a mess, Ron Artest
I'm a con artist slash swiper, turned into a rapper
Why your scale so clean? It don't got residue
You don't sell sh*t, basically, is what I'm tellin' you
Your b*t*h cheated, bro, I think I forgot to tell you
Somebody call the beat man for "Swipe Story 4"
Better wear a condom when you f**k 'cause she's a dirty w****
I just tested a new piece at the corner store
Prost**uting-a** b*t*h, you's a corner w****
I feel like that n***a Scooch 'cause I'm an overlord
Spent ten thousand on one piece, I went overboard
Tryna record a mixtape, somebody hit record
I just went to get some iPhones 'cause I was bored
A label said forty thousand and he got ignored
'Cause man, really, I can make that off of what I'm doin'
Got a room with your b*t*h and we started screwin'
'Bout to close my Instagram, the feds know what I'm doin'
Ran off on a suburban lady, she said, "Thank you, darling"
I'm makin' money by myself, I think I need a partner
My battery just went dead, I think I need a charger
Battery in this bucket went dead, I think I need a Charger
Man, I scammed a little kid and I think it's Arthur
