Crunch Wrap Supreme lyrics

[Chorus: BabyTron]
Up a fist and get yo ho-ass smacked
Or Skilla'll put the beat on you [?] black
Throw a skully on, boy, we know that’s cap
That ain't a boner, b*tch, that's a whole-ass rack

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Ayy, let him stand ten, bro’ll knock the heart out him
Chop do him sh*tty, probably knock a fart out him
Seen them M's coming so I'm feeling part profit
Got a Bon Jovi Visa on me so the card rocking

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Huh
I got high and transformed like a Megatron
I might dunk on Boban if I stand on Tron
Who that b*tch hear me ghost? Might be Cardi
I know my teacher sh*tty, boy, I'm TrDee

[Verse 3: TrDee]
Teacher used to hate me, I was tardy
My new b*tch exclusive, she a Barbie
She don't get sh*t for Christmas 'cause she naughty
I know the drawers dropping if I pull up in a Audi

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Triple S, let me found out you rocking FUBU
Somewhere in yo b*tch throat while I'm watching Hulu
Surfing in this foreign b*tch, she from Honolulu
Sticked up in that field, feel like Shaka Zulu
[Verse 5: StanWill]
Think I spinned a wheel through this b*tch, got a fortune on me
My b*tch ain't from the continent, got a foreign on me
Can’t pronounce the name of my whip, boy, it’s foreigns only
If we catch a opp at that b*tch, we gon' torch the Coney

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Oh, he ain’t die? Mm-hmm, torch the hospital
Balling up in Saks, drop thirty, I did not dribble
Go ahead and c*ck yo fist back, I'ma c*ck pistol
Leave his shirt red, I'm sticked up like a popsicle

[Verse 7: Skilla Baby]
Baby, let's get straight to the point, boo, let’s not riddle
When my Glock tell jokes, it say hospital
I cop whole meals now, I used to cop nickels
I know her ass was fake, it did not jiggle

[Verse 8: TrDee]
You sit around on yo ass, n*gga, is you cripple?
I knew I wasn't sh*t, I treat a dime like a nickel
Been a big boss, what the f*ck is Malcolm in the Middle?
Bro keep staring, hold on, Stan, watch me throw the signal

[Verse 9: StanWill]
Sauce God, feel like Sweet Baby Ray, n*gga
I ain't a father but I got baby K, n*gga
He ain't SB then I can't AVA with him
You a super ham, why you tryna save the day, n*gga?
[Verse 10: BabyTron]
Give him thirty-five then twenty-five, DJ BJ
Ten vanilla five hundreds leaving out a speedway
Looking like Optimus flying up the freeway
Feeling like a pirate, pieces hitting down in PA

[Verse 11: Skilla Baby]
Rap n*ggas in they feelings, they might be gay
When I rap [?] it say replay
Slide in that b*tch DM, I don't scam though
High as hell, when I land-o, it's at the bando

[Verse 12: TrDee]
Pulled this gay b*tch, told her throw away the dildo
They don't like me but they on my page, n*ggas weirdos
How you got the Fraud Bible, n*gga, and you still broke?
I ain't even have to grab her head and she still choke

[Verse 13: BabyTron]
Yeah, I'm broke as f*ck, that was sarcasm
Bro in the kitchen whipping, having arm spasms
DDT Visa work, boy, this card slamming
Every time I talk to a sl*t, it's like my heart vanish

[Chorus: BabyTron]
Up a fist and get yo ho-ass smacked
Or Skilla'll put the beat on you [?] black
Throw a skully on, boy, we know that's cap
That ain't a boner, b*tch, that's a whole-ass rack