Crocs & Wock’

Lyrics

[Intro] Hundred blue and all ba— (Hey) Hundred ball and all blues on me (Hmm) Hundred off, hehe, what up, Helly? Yeah Bitch, alright, back to it, huh Hundred ball in all— (Ahem) Hundred ball in— Huh, yeah (Helluva made this beat, baby) [Verse] Hundred ball in all blues on me, bitch think I'm Crip In the deep, great white, don't think I'm shrimp G-O-A-T, shit, bitch, I think I'm him Gotta be ten plus with me to think I'm kin We are not cousins, we are not nothing Bitch, I'm tryna fuck, turn around, we are not hugging If I hear it's up, guarantee I got the Glock jumping 'Miris or the Ksubis or the PURPLE's, I don't rock Hudson's Threw the beam on the Glock 'cause it comеs in handy Shot his legs off, he took the bag and triеd to Running Man me Hundred dollar plates every meal, bitch, my stomach fancy I was young as hell loving pape', you was in love with candy I was young as hell masked up, before Halloween I was young as hell on that one shit, counting cheese I was young as hell on that court, hoped they scouted me Now, I'm balling on whoever once doubted me Told the bitch get the fuck on if she ain't throwing neck Zaza, Turtle Pie, this ain't motor breath Ten toes, bitch, I'm with the Reaper, all he know is step Backwood full of Runtz, swear I ain't joking, neph' Rapstar, walk around with a frozen neck Reach for a chain, hitman lay your soul to rest Skinny motherfucker, buffs on, all I know is flex Could've been a broke motherfucker, but I chose a check Could've been poor, but I'm rich now Turnt the city up, the first video on Richtown HipHop Lab, big thrust, bitch, I'm lit now ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, don't get blicked down Red beam on old dog nose, he a big clown Unky moving through the 'bows, this his fifth pound Thousand dollar sneaks, I'd take your ass to Drip Town Hitman Mr. Headshot, you better get down You better try and run and flee, you better tuck and duck Big Bad Wolf, the Backwood finna huff and puff Working magic with the Visas, Hufflepuff In a spaceship, high as hell, finna hover up Three of red, turn my Mountain Dew into martian juice Push the lil' button, finna start the coupe This shit chess, so you better play your smartest move Put that lil' gun down, you ain't got the heart to shoot If we down two, I got a three in me Bitch talk loose, I'm on her head like a beady bead Y3 joggy, Kanye's, I got Adida feet In the scam house, same block, you can see a fiend Cous' in the trap, fuck around with some P's of beans Lil' lightskin, pretty bitch like Alicia Keys Ever get some real cheese? Gotta feed your team Wear Crocs 'round some millionaires, I'm just being me [Outro] Hehe, ayy, ShittyBoyz What up, Helly? Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, ShittyBoyz