Crunchtime Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Gi-gi-girlNEXTdoor

[Verse]
Ayy, I don't like these n*ggas, or these b*tches neither
I been outside chasing sh*t down feel like a Cheetah
I be wit' the gang, I be wit' some bad people
An' they don't tell nobody when they shooting at people
These n*ggas got it backwards, must be tryna get indicted
You talking 'bout some smoke?
f*ckboy don't get me excited (Ayy)
Smoking on some pressure got me feeling like a pilot
Foe nem ain't wit' extras take yo' treasures like a pirate
Uhh, n*gga took the stand, now he can't stand no more
They don't understand the plan, so I can't stand no hoe
First that n*gga was a fan then he turnt to a John Doe
Leave yo' sh*t cooking like a pan we got work on the stove
Lemme find out where you staying we gon' walk in like a store
Real n*gga, f*ck a stripper 'cuz I only know one pole
And I never could be bitter 'cuz I live for all my bros
Choppa first name Derrick come thru' slamming sh*t like Rose
I might blow out that muhf*cka
Scope out a muhf*cka
Crack a n*gga egg and knock da' yolk out that muhf*cka
We ain't doing favors when we smoke out a muhf*cka
Grab da' ziplock an' pull some dope out that muhf*cka
Caught ya' homie filled that boy up wit' some hot sh*t
We don't do mosh pits, b*tch we do Glock clips
Ayy, you ever had a n*gga shot at you then miss?
And later on when he die you gotta explain that sh*t?
Me neither, uh
We keep heaters, uh
Da DE eat a n*gga talking seasoned, huh
Got n*ggas running off when they see me for no reason, huh?
Got n*ggas in my DMs claiming that we beefing, huh?
Stupid, you got the toolie use it
Unnecessary purchase 'cuz we know you ain't gon' do sh*t
Talking 'bout you if the shoe fit n*gga
New chains you a new lick
Got a new thang wit' a new grip
Bayonet on that b*tch cut ya' tongue out and the two lips
Joccboy n*gga I might die for this sh*t, ayy
Was a Glockboy, now I'm riding for my n*gga, ayy
f*ck 2018 'cuz sh*t f*cked around got thicker
I lost more than 3 of my brothers, we ain't even got no pictures
sh*t f*cked up, I know they watchin' down on me
R I P like P O P, I hold it down homie
In these streetz these n*ggas sweet, I keep sum' sour on me
Always prepared when beef unleash, I keep a pound on me
Remember in da' sixth grade it was children play
Now we like n*gga f*ck chores, it's a drill today
You want fame and fortune, we ain't built da' same
Ayy, n*gga f*ck billboard, we got bills to pay
[Outro]
Gi-gi-girlNEXTdoor