Lyrics

[Intro] DJ $crim with that 808 [Verse 1: Norman Atomic & Anthony Mars] Motherfucker, pass the buck Or should I say bucks? I could give a fuck 'bout ifs, ands, or buts You still getting cut because this is a team, and you not with us We summing up funds, we funding our sums To you this is work, to me this fun Atilla, the Hun Dread what we become (Woo) We chewin' up CEOs, spittin' out bums We never stuck in a rut (Nuh-uh), Norman Atomic is pissing that mud Ridin' clean in the muck, diamonds gleaming in my semen (What? What) Get the meaning? Now she screaming, "Put your seed in my gut!" (Slut) I'm like, "Slut, you fucking nuts—you best believe I'm about bust" Get on your knees and please just suck (Suck) What? (What?) You got a problem with it? Well, I could give a fuck (Fuck) I'm finna pluck you like a flower petal (Grrah) Drop you back down to that bottom level (Brap, brap, brap) [Verse 2: Anthony Mars] (What?) My ambitions as a rider, I'm a shotta bumping 'Pac and Biggie Gimme the loot, gimme the loot Or you can meet this semi (Grrah, grrah) Listenin' to Em while I'm smokin' and I'm poppin' pillies (Doubt) Switch it to Weezy, sipping sleazy, thinking about a milli' (Woop, woop) This that dirty south, cracker, junkie that you heard of (What? Get 'em) Pill popping, armed robber, always talking slurred up (What?) Chopped and screwed, sippin' juice, fuckin' love that syrup (Woop, woop) Sick fuck, psycho goonies, no, them meds won't cure us This New Orleans, killers lurkin', maybe rob a tourist (Ba-bap) Lord, forgive me if I'm slippin' and them haters burn us I just don't know no other way, $crimmy always fucked up Yeah Yeah Yeah