Betty Crokcer

Lyrics

[Verse: T.F] Uh, K.A.N.$.A.$ That's where I'm from, you'll get killed for a dollar sign Handguns the size of a bottle of wine Gucci G's, Chanel C's, Gangster Crip in designer Los Angeles Times headliner Nine sold out shows, I'm headlining No intentions on stopping Started in the kitchen, whipping up Betty Crocker Leather seats soft as Betty Crocker Bitch got cakes like Betty Crocker, spread that like frosting Uh, I put pussies in coffins Bare face with a Magnum, I put pussies in coffins Pandemic, leave you six feet if this bitch start coughing Ah, you know I'm with it, I be dolo at The Slauson See this letter on my fit? It ain't no talking Nigga, I'm reckless Strip you butt naked just for that necklace ErThangSkanless for the record Ah, look, if you solid then I respect it But even Sonny Corleone got wet up Nigga, keep your chest out, nigga, keep your head up And if you a breeder losing in a dice game, then put your pet up Pushing foreigns with hand pedals Grew up on that Big Tymers shit, balling in the ghetto I'm juiced up, uh, T.I.P. to Fredo Feeling like Scarface, get this bitch a quaalude She getting on my nerves while I'm bending these corners I'm only going 'cause I'm tryna rob the nigga she boning Bing-Bong! Shout out to the Islands and corners Started shooting in '99, I was rocking Saucony's Call and make a reservation, ain't no popping up on me You niggas fake as a bitch like a cubic zirconia, uh Yeah, it's chinks in my armor but I ain't vulnerable My only problem is stacking 'cause I been blowing through Dollar after dollar after dollar on dollar, uh Red eye flights like the frames on the Prada's, uh Holographic sights on the top of the chopper While the witness look out the window, all you hear is his momma Oh, baby, baby, baby Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Baby, baby [Outro: NEMS] Bing-Bong! My boy T.F, you know the vibes ErThangSkanless, Blame Kansas, you heard!