Crunchin lyrics

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
I-I-I'm from Detroit so you already know what's up then
I don't care how you get your money 'cause I'm plugged in
By any means necessary, n*gga, just win
I was down a hundred-twenty, now I'm up a buck ten
I owe you, it's only us I put my trust in
f*ck friends, I don't got none but my shotgun, 'cause this just fam
So better click in, on 6 Mile, I'm the brick man
My sink bowl like a sinkhole and it's goin' down, b*tch, quicksand
Air bending with them hair triggers, give you split ends
When I burn 'em out I ain't worried bout no couple thou' 'cause I get bands
So b*tch, dance 'cause I'm tippin', basketballin', Big Ten
I'm tryna slam and get a private dance, she actin' like she don't give head
b*tch, quit playin', all I got is di*k and some big bread
And I'm fresh out but you could put your mouth on my di*k head
I'm good on my feet but I'm even better in bed
My left pocket got a fish head and my right pocket by the ten spread (Alright)

[Chorus: Boldy James]
While n*ggas out here tryna act like they doing somethin'?
I ain't gotta rap, I'ma do numbers
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
'Cause my trap slap, and my hood bumpin'
Got the spot jam-packed and the club jumpin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
[Verse 2: Boldy James]
I-I-I ain't gotta rap, my trap do numbers
Plus, I got them collard greens, cabbage and the cuc*mbers
True pockets full of green beans and cream cheese
And last few summers, I've been ballin' out, b*tch, D-League
Now I'm in the NBA, nothing but ass and titties
When I'm in the A, it's pinups and Magic City
Used to do a 'bow a day, selling halves for fifty
Put up the hundreds and the fifties and I stack the twenties
Playing with them tens and fives, I would practice plenty
Now I got them Posturepedic stacks, that's that mattress money
(Alright)

[Chorus: Boldy James]
While n*ggas out here tryna act like they doing somethin'?
I ain't gotta rap, I'ma do numbers
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
'Cause my trap slap, and my hood bumpin'
Got the spot jam-packed and the club jumpin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'

[Bridge]
Lay a n*gga down if he think I'm pus*y
I got the thesis for a rat but they kinda ugly
Sippin' tinky winky, got every color of lean
Purple, red, yellow, green, we some Teletubbies
M-A-P, Game Time, get this money
ConCreatures 227, Hellblock, hully-gully
[Chorus: Boldy James]
While n*ggas out here tryna act like they doing somethin'?
I ain't gotta rap, I'ma do numbers
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
'Cause my trap slap, and my hood bumpin'
Got the spot jam-packed and the club jumpin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'
Crunchin', crunchin', crunchin'