Crunch Time

Lyrics

[Intro] With a bitch that don't know English, to the plug, I'm speakin' Spanish (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) (Damn, JakeSand) Yeah [Chorus] With a bitch that don't know English, to the plug, I'm speakin' Spanish Funny, if I get his drop, it's bushes where my people planted If I ever said it's up, I just don't see it landin' Have them killers swing his block while me and my bitch swing in hammocks Nothin' 'bout me ordinary, you would think I'm special needs See him out of bounds and blow that whistle, gang some referees I be with them stompers, all my babies speakin' stepanese Bitch can have a pulse, but that don't make her no less dead to me [Verse] I got 'za by the 'bow, I got top from his ho Gang and them some lockdowns, I bet they not finna score I don't box, I got pole, if they rock, we gon' roll I'm a lot of things, but somethin' I cannot be is broke, hm With a bitch named Taylor, finna fuck it swift, huh With them taco poppers, better duck his shit, huh I don't wanna kill him, I'ma fuck his bitch Bitches know I'm mister get the head and get a slut dismissed I be ballin' in this bitch like all I know is hoop Lil' bro a walkin' bucket, all he know is shoot When you got it, watch how many people notice you I dropped out of college, still'll tell my fans to go to school They like, "Where Militia at?" Huh, shit Probably where some chicken at Playin' with them pits, boy, you gon' get attacked Catch him out and pop him, he need Fix-a-Flat Cut into a ho like, "Bitch, I want your intellect" We could shoot off dribble or shoot off the triple-threat I don't understand him, he keep speakin' indirect Pull some pape' up out the stash, then I left it in the 'Set He don't get no buckets when it's crunch time Am I touchin' paper? Do the sun shine? Be done touched his temple, let him touch mine Eat him up, the ARP clip longer than a lunch line With a bitch that don't know English, my drip came from overseas She could be the baddest, don't eat dick, then it's a no for more Scope atop the bop, know it's a switch when brodie blow from three He ain't battin', cuddy keep that stick like all he know is swing With a bitch that don't know English, pop out with that Polish rifle With them punches, I'm like Money Man, you know who hold the title Talkin' to the mirror, I just know you got some gold inside you Funny I rock all this Christian, I can't even quote the Bible Bitch, Dog Shit Militia [Chorus] With a bitch that don't know English, to the plug, I'm speakin' Spanish Funny, if I get his drop, it's bushes where my people planted If I ever said it's up, I just don't see it landin' Have them killers swing his block while me and my bitch swing in hammocks Nothin' 'bout me ordinary, you would think I'm special needs See him out of bounds and blow that whistle, gang some referees I be with them stompers, all my babies speakin' stepanese Bitch can have a pulse, but that don't make her no less dead to me