$CRAWB, Nocturnal Issues - Something to Rhyme About lyrics

Yeah yeah noc, uh, yeah noc
Huh? Huh? We need a topic tho

Nocturnal Issues
I need something to rhyme about
I need something to rhyme about
I need something to rhyme about
I need something to rhyme about
Should I talk about my crib?
Should I talk about my bitches?
Should I talk about how my niggas
Still out here mobbing in the streets
Fuck like fuck like fuck like fuck like
Fuck like James Dean or Christian Gray
Hit it from the back on camera back bae
BBC, she know me out on the block
I got the rock in my sock
I got the Glock in my pock i got the kit
I was just serving the pack in thе trench
Lacеd me up with the beat
I laced him up with the feat
Now we just mobbin with da beat
Now we just mobbin the street
Now we just mob with the clip
Yeah we just shot at yo clique
Yeah we just bopped on yo bitch
All because we needed something
To rhyme about bitch

Exploring the coast last girl ghost
She said she need a breather
Too much dick in her throat, uh
But I ain't have no time to eat her out uh
Write a song, had a job to do
So I left and I never came back
Whole team just left on the route
So much straps, got knocked out his shoes
So much gas, got stuck on the roof
Got stuck on the roof
Too high it's safe to assume
I got another main bitch
And I made her do a flip
She was late for school
Ion really have to trip, just pay your do
I know, I know you got to make the news
You got to pay for school
You got to do the whole life shit
Why don't you be my side kick
We could just make the rules ack n roll
Rack the shit snatch the roll
Bag the shit and flip the dough
And if it don't last
Then I already know how this shit go
Man some of these bitches
Man some of these bitches so predictable
It's funny how I see them
She said she got a man
I wouldn't wanna be him
She said she got a man
But she hit me in the dm ight