Crunch Wrap Supreme (feat. Skilla Baby)

(TheCoalCashCollection) Up a fist and get yo ho-ass smacked Or Skilla'll put the beat on you [?] black Throw a skully on, boy, we know that's cap That ain't a boner, bitch, that's a whole-ass rack Ayy, let him stand ten, bro'll knock the heart out him Chop do him shitty, probably knock a fart out him Seen them M's coming so I'm feeling part profit Got a Bon Jovi Visa on me so the card rocking Huh I got high and transformed like a Megatron I might dunk on Boban if I stand on Tron Who that bitch hear me ghost? Might be Cardi I know my teacher shitty, boy, I'm TrDee Teacher used to hate me, I was tardy My new bitch exclusive, she a Barbie She don't get shit for Christmas 'cause she naughty I know the drawers dropping if I pull up in a Audi Triple S, let me found out you rocking FUBU Somewhere in yo bitch throat while I'm watching Hulu Surfing in this foreign bitch, she from Honolulu Sticked up in that field, feel like Shaka Zulu Think I spinned a wheel through this bitch, got a fortune on me My bitch ain't from the continent, got a foreign on me Can't pronounce the name of my whip, boy, it's foreigns only If we catch a opp at that bitch, we gon' torch the Coney Oh, he ain't die? Mm-hmm, torch the hospital Balling up in Saks, drop thirty, I did not dribble Go ahead and cock yo fist back, I'ma cock pistol Leave his shirt red, I'm sticked up like a popsicle Baby, let's get straight to the point, boo, let's not riddle When my Glock tell jokes, it say hospital I cop whole meals now, I used to cop nickels I know her ass was fake, it did not jiggle You sit around on yo ass, nigga, is you cripple? I knew I wasn't shit, I treat a dime like a nickel Been a big boss, what the fuck is Malcolm in the Middle? Bro keep staring, hold on, Stan, watch me throw the signal Sauce God, feel like Sweet Baby Ray, nigga I ain't a father but I got baby K, nigga He ain't SB then I can't AVA with him You a super ham, why you tryna save the day, nigga? Give him thirty-five then twenty-five, DJ BJ Ten vanilla five hundreds leaving out a speedway Looking like Optimus flying up the freeway Feeling like a pirate, pieces hitting down in PA Rap niggas in they feelings, they might be gay When I rap [?] it say replay Slide in that bitch DM, I don't scam though High as hell, when I land-o, it's at the bando Pulled this gay bitch, told her throw away the dildo They don't like me but they on my page, niggas weirdos How you got the Fraud Bible, nigga, and you still broke? I ain't even have to grab her head and she still choke Yeah, I'm broke as fuck, that was sarcasm Bro in the kitchen whipping, having arm spasms DDT Visa work, boy, this card slamming Every time I talk to a slut, it's like my heart vanish Up a fist and get yo ho-ass smacked Or Skilla'll put the beat on you [?] black Throw a skully on, boy, we know that's cap That ain't a boner, bitch, that's a whole-ass rack