Crunch Time lyrics

[Intro: VladTV & Asian Doll]
Okay, so you got a single mom with four kids, the, you know, the father just went to jail, I can imagine that being pretty tough
Yeah that sh*t was crazy, it was real crazy but it made me who I am
Aye, yeah!

[Refrain]
Deep up in these streets, I was hanging with them drug dealers
It was me and Dreanesha, we had two slugs with us
Thuggin, I came from nothing, I hung with drug dealers
You can’t take away my heart, it ain’t no love in it
Let me tell you ‘bout some real sh*t
I had a deal, but I ain’t wanna have to split sh*t
By December, set a goal, and that’s to get rich
I ain’t got no friends, but it’s okay, I got a Mill sitting

[Verse 1]
Talking to my brother, from a jail cell
I heard the police tell him hang up, you ain’t got no mail
Any n*gga disrespect my mother, going to hell
I ain’t posting, with no n*gga loving, n*ggas frail
b*tches sucking, snitching disrespecting, other misses
You ain’t in my lane, b*tch you can’t sit up in my breeches
Talking like you tough, saw you in person, you ain’t with it
Crunching on these b*tches, chocolate glizzed on the kitty

[Pre-Hook]
Crunching on these b*tches, I got hundreds, throwing fifties
Crunching on these b*tches, you a hoe, just go and admit it
Crunching on these b*tches, heavy weight, you ain’t even fitted
Crunching on these b*tches, fix your face and fix your titties
[Hook]
Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
Crunch time, crunch time

[Verse 2]
Rich n*gga where that bag, wanna orgy with b*tches
Last n*gga, went out bad, he a hoe
Spot you like a hawk and put your nose up on the scope
If you want some smoke I got a hookah, let it blow
b*tch!

[Refrain]
Deep up in these streets, I was hanging with them drug dealers
It was me and dreanesha, we had two slugs with us
Thuggin, I came from nothing, I hung with drug dealers
You can’t take away my heart, it ain’t no love in it
Let me tell you ‘bout some real sh*t
I had a deal, but I ain’t wanna have to split sh*t
By December, set a goal, and that’s to get rich
I ain’t got no friends, but it’s okay, I got a Mill sitting

[Verse 3]
If the world against me, who gon’ hold my shoulder?
If I wasn’t the doll would you stay down until it’s over?
n*ggas love the moment, different person when they sober
pus*y so good, know he miss it but it’s over
And it’s so tight like a choker, it’s gon’ hold you
b*tch you ain’t no money, I ain’t speaking cold shoulder
Rest In Peace my homies, chase the bag until it’s over
If you in my way you get ran over, like a soda
[Pre-Hook]
Crunching on these b*tches, I got hundreds, throwing fifties
Crunching on these b*tches, you a hoe, just go and admit it
Crunching on these b*tches, heavy weight, you ain’t even fitted
Crunching on these b*tches, fix your face and fix your titties (b*tch!)

[Hook]
Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time
Crunch time, crunch time

[Outro]
Rich n*gga where that bag, wanna orgy with b*tches
Last n*gga, went out bad, he a hoe
Spot you like a hawk and put your nose up on the scope
If you want some smoke I got a hookah, let it blow
b*tch!
Deep up in these streets...