CRISCO

She want me to peel a nigga back, its popping
Crisco
Niggas sweet, fructose
These pockets full of glucose
I made it off of red nose
Aye where the fuck you get those?
Imma hit this play like I’m in school, and then get sent home
New phone
Seven cellulars
Now which one you on?
My own lane speeding like the top
Now nigga I’m gone
No propane, blow up the spot
So turn the news on and that’s cocaine
Make a hunky sing a James song
Shit stain
Wash a nigga out it ain’t a damn game
Untamed
Bitch I’m bleeding heavy like I got maimed
Blockade
Stop what he was doing start a rampage
At this age, see I ain’t about to argue
Shots to your face, today, cmon
Thats gunplay
(nigga, the fuck)
Mathematics is my only is real principle
He started talking and writing them sentences
All of them letters that they wrote they was sent to you
Damn, I don’t wanna believe my little brother too
Damn I don’t wanna believe they was testing you
Yeah
You out of sight out of mind like a vestibule
Two is in back, that lil nigga a vegetable
Vitamin D, I just give her a testicle
Tell me its beef, when you die, its respectable
Lasers and razors, yeah we can get technical
I see he scary, see clear through these reticles (Yeah nigga)
My fault I ain’t answer
You know that my message full
Yeah, you know that my message full
These bitches they push a pull (Tug o' war)
Yeah, she like when my belly full
I’m breaking her spinal and we both singing chords (We in a choir)
I love to be bussing and rolling while I record
Yeah (I'm off a molly)
I feel like I’m Mike on the stage, I beat then perform (Michael Jackson)
I want me lil model bitch like Bella Thorne (a pretty white bitch)
Yeah
Coming for her throat
Cause she say that lil pussy sore
Yeah
Send them shooters your way
Shit that’s just how I was born (Ha)