CRIMEAPPLE - Pacers lyrics
[CRIMEAPPLE - Pacers lyrics]
Listen take this (Come on, man)
Come on, please
Tu me conoces (You know how this works, man)
Pero tu me conoces woah
You can't short me for the Pierogi (Nah)
Your head is light
You bear for life like Charles Oakley
(Fuck outta here)
Smack the stogie off his rotten tooth (Ayo)
Take a couple cash calls
I'm back to choppin' fruit (Woah)
Brought the Goose to the clubhouse
Smut the duck out
Get the fuck out, threw the nut out
Pull the truck out
Real ones couldn't wait for this
Shit to come out
I'm spittin' like the dugout
Most rappers handicapped (Woah)
Worldstar captions like
"Jimmy vs timmy Wright"
I'm viewed in a different light
Coffin all Kryptonite
Your chick love the shit I
Write, you pillow talk, we pillow fight
Ball like armadillo, temperamental
Switch the color scheme
From baby blue to money green
White gold on my bunny teeth
Gimme alll the carrots, lil' buster
Bugs and Daffy on ya sweater
Metralleta on the mesh now (Grrrt)
Steppin' on that thing like
It's a stepchild
But let's keep that on a need-to-know
(Shhhh)
Call the D's up like that's a pick and roll
I'll prolly still drop the nickel, though
(Nickel though)
You fuckin' round and miss the finger roll
(Miss the finger roll)
More mercy, that's every bar I write
Cross you in the garden
With the hardest nights (Hardest nights)
Shootin' like Reggie, no regard for spite
I fuck around and shoot out your lights
(Yikes)
Soundin' like I'm on the cusp
Used to sprinkle Rix Mix in the dutch
Blowin' kisses at my crush
I don't get goosebumps
Used to pray we made enough for a deuce lunch
Then it was 40s dumped in ya fruit punch
Don't mistake my jovial nature
I switch my face up
We came for acres off the nomenclature
(Right)
Opposition wanna see me in a steel container
(Right) or a wooden one
He put that thing in his vein
'cause I was cookin' some
Gave my friend great advice
Like "Don't fuck with this"
Now he live outside the store
And his stomach itch
Dirty he made his mother sick (Hehe)
Seen him recently
He smilin' like "What's up witchu?"
Nothin' much
My pen move like Kim Jong with a
He said "cool", I gave him loot
Said "Do what you do"
He went to cop some dog food from my man Lou
Ooh
Ayo, you snoozin', what you thinkin' bruh?
Play the D up and do the pick and roll
I'll prolly still drop the nickel, though
(Nickel though)
You fuckin' round and miss the finger roll
(Miss the finger roll)
More mercy, that's every bar I write
Cross you in the garden
With the hardest nights (Hardest nights)
Shootin' like Reggie, no regard for spite
I fuck around and shoot out your lights
(Yikes)
Come on, please
Tu me conoces (You know how this works, man)
Pero tu me conoces woah
You can't short me for the Pierogi (Nah)
Your head is light
You bear for life like Charles Oakley
(Fuck outta here)
Smack the stogie off his rotten tooth (Ayo)
Take a couple cash calls
I'm back to choppin' fruit (Woah)
Brought the Goose to the clubhouse
Smut the duck out
Get the fuck out, threw the nut out
Pull the truck out
Real ones couldn't wait for this
Shit to come out
I'm spittin' like the dugout
Most rappers handicapped (Woah)
Worldstar captions like
"Jimmy vs timmy Wright"
I'm viewed in a different light
Coffin all Kryptonite
Your chick love the shit I
Write, you pillow talk, we pillow fight
Ball like armadillo, temperamental
Switch the color scheme
From baby blue to money green
White gold on my bunny teeth
Gimme alll the carrots, lil' buster
Bugs and Daffy on ya sweater
Metralleta on the mesh now (Grrrt)
Steppin' on that thing like
It's a stepchild
But let's keep that on a need-to-know
(Shhhh)
Call the D's up like that's a pick and roll
I'll prolly still drop the nickel, though
(Nickel though)
You fuckin' round and miss the finger roll
(Miss the finger roll)
More mercy, that's every bar I write
Cross you in the garden
With the hardest nights (Hardest nights)
Shootin' like Reggie, no regard for spite
I fuck around and shoot out your lights
(Yikes)
Soundin' like I'm on the cusp
Used to sprinkle Rix Mix in the dutch
Blowin' kisses at my crush
I don't get goosebumps
Used to pray we made enough for a deuce lunch
Then it was 40s dumped in ya fruit punch
Don't mistake my jovial nature
I switch my face up
We came for acres off the nomenclature
(Right)
Opposition wanna see me in a steel container
(Right) or a wooden one
He put that thing in his vein
'cause I was cookin' some
Gave my friend great advice
Like "Don't fuck with this"
Now he live outside the store
And his stomach itch
Dirty he made his mother sick (Hehe)
Seen him recently
He smilin' like "What's up witchu?"
Nothin' much
My pen move like Kim Jong with a
He said "cool", I gave him loot
Said "Do what you do"
He went to cop some dog food from my man Lou
Ooh
Ayo, you snoozin', what you thinkin' bruh?
Play the D up and do the pick and roll
I'll prolly still drop the nickel, though
(Nickel though)
You fuckin' round and miss the finger roll
(Miss the finger roll)
More mercy, that's every bar I write
Cross you in the garden
With the hardest nights (Hardest nights)
Shootin' like Reggie, no regard for spite
I fuck around and shoot out your lights
(Yikes)