Extra Crunchy

Lyrics

Don't talk to me, lil baby, you ain't gettin' money Little bitch sittin' on her ass, and she don't want no money WHO said they gonna take WHAT? Tell 'em take it from me Down bad in the trap, countin' chicken, extra crunchy Unc in the corner, sleep standin', now he high as shit Aunty look like That's So Raven when she hit the glick Hold on back the fuck up, "pardon me", I'm talking shit Don't ask why me why the fuck I go outside with the glick They said that E-pill fucked my mind up Worried 'bout me bitch, you fucking yo' grind up Nigga walk the fuck up, he know his time up Walk off in that bitch and walk out with a fine one Everyday I was in jail I thought about breaking out Down bad, stuck off up in the trenches, couldn't make it out I see through these niggas who took the safer route Imma bulletproof my car like I'm signed to Paper Route I ain't sitting down lil bitch, we gon' take it out Bitch want calamari, bitch betta eat rice I was down bad in the trap I was eating ice Unc so damn fucked up, he might eat the mice They like "Got damn, yeen even right" A couple E-pills is what I need tonight Tryna hit a opp nigga, make his ass sing tonight Turning ass nigga on the stand, he getting his fingers right Bullshit ass scratch boy, you need to write Pussy boy better fall back, couldn't do it right You got yo' eyes closed, who the fuck is you shooting at? All that got damn internet, why you doing that? Look like Pooty Tang with his shiny ahh back The rock out the pot and the people act broke Glock see a opp, hit em with the people elbow Put a sock in his mouth, like Mr. Socko I'm Booker T. but my bitch look like Demi Levato My cougar bitch in Miami, pulled up in a Tahoe Ate the dick up, fed that hoe some dollar tacos They gon' do me like I'm Kodak, they gon' tryna clone me Big Neph, he the real drug rich, that nigga phoney I'm saying what I want, bitch, that's how I feel Couldn't even start talking shit if I had a deal Imma put 12 tall bags in my wheel Shiny ass lil Glock look like Lil Bill Imma smoke weed till my lips look like Lil Bill They said that I was ugly as a fuck look like Lil Bill You see she don't got no eyebrows, look like Lil Bill Bitch, my whole gang drunker than King of The Hill Up the glick so got damn fast, look like let's make a deal I can pick a lock like I'm Tommy Pete At the gun store, looking for bullets the size of missiles Bitch, I feel like Kim Jong Un with that fucking missile Go ahead and get to the point, stop talking in riddles Glock hit is head, turned into a bag of Skittles I been in the trap since watching Malcom in The Middle Opps in the house watching cartoons since they was little Somebody answer me For a check, I might get some head from Deb Antney For real