CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : CRACKHEADSHIT
(83-83-83-83-83)
(Cresylic)
Dre think he sh*t the sh*t, I had my b*t*h tonight
'Bout to get to teaching the whole cla**, I'm the multiplier
You ain't gonna make it in this lane, you got no desire
You ain't even making you no bread, might as well retire
Perc in stomach, got my nose itching, and I'm tired
Starting to move smarter, I heard bro snitch, but he a liar
Only f**k with fans, the rest can blow me, want a damn empire
Posted up with Darkie, I'm with them f**king spiders
Shout out to my boy Christ Dillinger, he a f**kin' fighter
Might of popped it, can't remember her, don't get me excited
Don't get me indicted (B*t*h)
I hope that you remember
Really like to slice up all these bodies, call me Jack the Ripper
And like six-figures richer now, since like last December
Got my shorty trippin' up the sh*ts, I put some pack up in her
Bend it how I want, yeah, I'm a breadwinner
You can not get past her DMs, I'm 'bout to go and get her
I'll gladly impale her, yeah my d**k about to f**kin' split her
Cannot f**k with rats, king of snitchin' like he Master Splinter
See that I'm a rapper, now they got me at the bar spittin'
See his taco backwards, it's because I got ARs hittin'
You don't wanna go into that room, that's where the bodies is
You don't wanna step foot in my house, that's where your shawties hittin'
Come into the crib and then you leavin' with yo body drippin'
Feigning just to shoot, I'm feelin' like I'm f**king Scottie Pippen
When I walk into the f**king mall, I got yo shawty drippin'
Every day I'm off a different drug, these are new prescriptions
I might have to kill another plug if this dude keep slippin'
Hit me from your b*t*hes phone, must think that I'm new to this sh*t
Just because you killin' in them games don't mean you talk savage
'Cause now we got 'em thinking it's okay to just start false flagging
Knock his a** down from far away, this a long ratchet
I've been goin' at it all day, b*t*h I been spazzin'
I'ma blow 'em all away, Bin Laden
Talkin' 'bout that pu**y, you a virgin, you don't get action
Every shot I shoot is when I really get my wrist crackin'
And I cannot move without this TEC or else I'm big lackin'
I don't care what you think about me, I'm magnificent
Send my plug across the f**king border, go and get the sh*t
I'm a motherf**king shawty hoarder, I'm collecting b*t*hes
He don't wanna pay me what he owe me, I'll collect my riches
I'm burning bodies under all these bridges
I-I-I-If talking sh*t up on my name, then his door off the hinges
I-I take all the druggies, everybody out here cuts the riches
I won't stop until he f**king die, I must complete the mission
Why won't they f**king listen?
All these rappers talking all of that, really just for children
Think that I've lived long enough to see myself turn to the villain
Bouncin' up and down up on this d**k, she gonna hit the ceiling
Pull your pu**y out and let me lick it, I f**k [?]
Swiping all this sh*t up on the neck, b*t*h I'm [?]
This b*t*h out here talkin' like a fruit like we can't get to peelin'
Shorty hit my phone like, "What's the move?", you suckin' while I steerin'
(Cresylic)
Dre think he sh*t the sh*t, I had my b*t*h tonight
'Bout to get to teaching the whole cla**, I'm the multiplier
You ain't gonna make it in this lane, you got no desire
You ain't even making you no bread, might as well retire
Perc in stomach, got my nose itching, and I'm tired
Starting to move smarter, I heard bro snitch, but he a liar
Only f**k with fans, the rest can blow me, want a damn empire
Posted up with Darkie, I'm with them f**king spiders
Shout out to my boy Christ Dillinger, he a f**kin' fighter
Might of popped it, can't remember her, don't get me excited
Don't get me indicted (B*t*h)
I hope that you remember
Really like to slice up all these bodies, call me Jack the Ripper
And like six-figures richer now, since like last December
Got my shorty trippin' up the sh*ts, I put some pack up in her
Bend it how I want, yeah, I'm a breadwinner
You can not get past her DMs, I'm 'bout to go and get her
I'll gladly impale her, yeah my d**k about to f**kin' split her
Cannot f**k with rats, king of snitchin' like he Master Splinter
See that I'm a rapper, now they got me at the bar spittin'
See his taco backwards, it's because I got ARs hittin'
You don't wanna go into that room, that's where the bodies is
You don't wanna step foot in my house, that's where your shawties hittin'
Come into the crib and then you leavin' with yo body drippin'
Feigning just to shoot, I'm feelin' like I'm f**king Scottie Pippen
When I walk into the f**king mall, I got yo shawty drippin'
Every day I'm off a different drug, these are new prescriptions
I might have to kill another plug if this dude keep slippin'
Hit me from your b*t*hes phone, must think that I'm new to this sh*t
Just because you killin' in them games don't mean you talk savage
'Cause now we got 'em thinking it's okay to just start false flagging
Knock his a** down from far away, this a long ratchet
I've been goin' at it all day, b*t*h I been spazzin'
I'ma blow 'em all away, Bin Laden
Talkin' 'bout that pu**y, you a virgin, you don't get action
Every shot I shoot is when I really get my wrist crackin'
And I cannot move without this TEC or else I'm big lackin'
I don't care what you think about me, I'm magnificent
Send my plug across the f**king border, go and get the sh*t
I'm a motherf**king shawty hoarder, I'm collecting b*t*hes
He don't wanna pay me what he owe me, I'll collect my riches
I'm burning bodies under all these bridges
I-I-I-If talking sh*t up on my name, then his door off the hinges
I-I take all the druggies, everybody out here cuts the riches
I won't stop until he f**king die, I must complete the mission
Why won't they f**king listen?
All these rappers talking all of that, really just for children
Think that I've lived long enough to see myself turn to the villain
Bouncin' up and down up on this d**k, she gonna hit the ceiling
Pull your pu**y out and let me lick it, I f**k [?]
Swiping all this sh*t up on the neck, b*t*h I'm [?]
This b*t*h out here talkin' like a fruit like we can't get to peelin'
Shorty hit my phone like, "What's the move?", you suckin' while I steerin'
