Crunchtime

Yeah this drum on my gun it got kickback If you my brudda is you gonna slide When I die, get my get back Cause when it's wartime We don't play that We got some hundreds thousand rounds For your lame ass And I'm sorry pretty mama that my heart so cold I can never love again cause my heart is froze All these drugs in them crate came from Mexico We been servin' out the pound, out the Honda Feel like Pablo All my bruddas we been bussing' like some narcos We put him on shirt cause he felt all them hallows Hundreds fifties and them twenties, I just hit the lotto Cause if you ain't talking money Get the fuck out the way Gimme all the money Hundreds thousand dollars to the face When I put it in her tummy Baby Ima do the race Nigga you can't take that shit from me Ima make it either way I told my bruddas grab them glocks cause it's crunch time Yo bitch in my Dm's she been having a hard time Yeah lil momma come on over, give me FaceTime And she gon' fuck me all night till the daylight Baby I've been working, I be in my zone All this money hit my phone, I'm like woah Semi automatic in my pocket, yeah I'm about to blow Baby I'm the MVP call me D-Rose You can't hang on my side, we got hollows Yeah it's crunch time, nigga grab your taco We been lurkin', we gon' pop at you out the Tahoe You can never see me, call me waldo Yeah this drum on my gun it got kickback If you my brudda is you gonna slide When I die, get my get back Cause when it's wartime We don't play that We got some hundreds thousand rounds For your lame ass And I'm sorry pretty mama that my heart so cold I can never love again cause my heart is froze All these drugs in them crate came from Mexico We been servin' out the pound, out the Honda Feel like Pablo