$CRAWB - On Shit lyrics
[$CRAWB - On Shit lyrics]
Frrr-frrr
All the way
I be laughing from my crib to the bank
(Oh shit)
I'll find hit lil stray
So Imma pick her ass up on the way
(On shit)
Yeah
It all Faneto
I be chillin back sipping red with Jarritos
Yeah and bitch stop playing bingo
Just give me seven digit's I
Ain't locking your key hole
You wifed a thot fuck boy "don't snitch"
I skeeted in her mouth next
Day you started kissing it
See you a side hoe, me I'm built different
Built different how I move I be so militant
If you want beef I could call up the defense
And we could just get this shit sizzilin
Or better be bout the businеss
Cause the hoe want louis V and thе bag
She told me I'm the best she ever had
Next time I seen her she callin me dad ughh
I told her we kicking back
But I felt bad so I broke up her back
She told me I make her cum on command
I am the boy but she call me the man ughh
Fuck fake friends
Leave that shit in the past
Light my blunt with a match
Imma ash all my ash on the ground no cap
She throw it back
I'm not goin blow the fucking bag
On the "za" if that shit really trash
Ion fuck with that shit
And if we pull up just know
We didn't stop the traffic
Uhh
Yeah
All the way
I be laughing from my crib to the bank
(Oh shit)
I'll find hit lil stray
So Imma pick her ass up on the way
(On shit)
All the way
I be laughing from my crib to the bank
(Oh shit)
I'll find hit lil stray
So Imma pick her ass up on the way
(On shit)
Aye
I ain't got no bitch cause
All these bitches say I'm toxic
So I be laughing from yo bitch
House back to my crib
Nah, she always digging in my wallet
If it's a problem get him gone get it poppin
Can't drop a bag if this
Ain't Za this exotic
After I fuck her want her mom partners, huh
I ain't shit that's what these bitches say
Think she goin wake up next to
Me but I ain't finna stay
I knew I was goin be him
In like the second grade
Right now you hating once I
Make it whatchu finna say
Niggas think it's the barber shop
You can't get a fade
Bitches tryna call for help
But I ain't Triple A
Heard she done charged you for the cat
I ain't finna pay
Just to pay her back I'll break her back
Have her feeling pain
Talking this and that like you that
But you still a fake
Never do wrong by those I love
But I'm still a snake
Yo Nigga told you still fucking wit him? huh
Bro tell me why bitches
Fucking wit sucka niggas?
That last nigga played the fucking victim
Talk tough till they get locked up
And you get to tell the snitching
Huh
All the way
I be laughing from my crib to the bank
(Oh shit)
I'll find hit lil stray
So Imma pick her ass up on the way
(On shit)
All the way
I be laughing from my crib to the bank
(Oh shit)
I'll find hit lil stray
So Imma pick her ass up on the way
(On shit)
All the way
I be laughing from my crib to the bank
(Oh shit)
I'll find hit lil stray
So Imma pick her ass up on the way
(On shit)
Yeah
It all Faneto
I be chillin back sipping red with Jarritos
Yeah and bitch stop playing bingo
Just give me seven digit's I
Ain't locking your key hole
You wifed a thot fuck boy "don't snitch"
I skeeted in her mouth next
Day you started kissing it
See you a side hoe, me I'm built different
Built different how I move I be so militant
If you want beef I could call up the defense
And we could just get this shit sizzilin
Or better be bout the businеss
Cause the hoe want louis V and thе bag
She told me I'm the best she ever had
Next time I seen her she callin me dad ughh
I told her we kicking back
But I felt bad so I broke up her back
She told me I make her cum on command
I am the boy but she call me the man ughh
Fuck fake friends
Leave that shit in the past
Light my blunt with a match
Imma ash all my ash on the ground no cap
She throw it back
I'm not goin blow the fucking bag
On the "za" if that shit really trash
Ion fuck with that shit
And if we pull up just know
We didn't stop the traffic
Uhh
Yeah
All the way
I be laughing from my crib to the bank
(Oh shit)
I'll find hit lil stray
So Imma pick her ass up on the way
(On shit)
All the way
I be laughing from my crib to the bank
(Oh shit)
I'll find hit lil stray
So Imma pick her ass up on the way
(On shit)
Aye
I ain't got no bitch cause
All these bitches say I'm toxic
So I be laughing from yo bitch
House back to my crib
Nah, she always digging in my wallet
If it's a problem get him gone get it poppin
Can't drop a bag if this
Ain't Za this exotic
After I fuck her want her mom partners, huh
I ain't shit that's what these bitches say
Think she goin wake up next to
Me but I ain't finna stay
I knew I was goin be him
In like the second grade
Right now you hating once I
Make it whatchu finna say
Niggas think it's the barber shop
You can't get a fade
Bitches tryna call for help
But I ain't Triple A
Heard she done charged you for the cat
I ain't finna pay
Just to pay her back I'll break her back
Have her feeling pain
Talking this and that like you that
But you still a fake
Never do wrong by those I love
But I'm still a snake
Yo Nigga told you still fucking wit him? huh
Bro tell me why bitches
Fucking wit sucka niggas?
That last nigga played the fucking victim
Talk tough till they get locked up
And you get to tell the snitching
Huh
All the way
I be laughing from my crib to the bank
(Oh shit)
I'll find hit lil stray
So Imma pick her ass up on the way
(On shit)
All the way
I be laughing from my crib to the bank
(Oh shit)
I'll find hit lil stray
So Imma pick her ass up on the way
(On shit)