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