SUP CRODIE lyrics

[Intro: Nikan]

Heavenly tape, I put that on (Yeah, yeah)

Hold up, wait, life's great (Yeah, yeah)

Hold up, wait, c*m skate (Yeah, yeah)

Hold up, wait, crime pay (Yeah, yeah)

Hold up, wait, slatt, slatt (nikan my di*k too hard, yeah, yeah)

Twenty boys, they got their nails matte black (Yeah, yeah)

Surfin' at a local chuck E cheese (Yeah, yeah)

Two pink toes i asked my mama to paint them (Poof, poof, yeah, yeah)


[Verse 1: Ashh]

Chlamydia is what I p*ss

(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Flip it to the boy like a dish
(Yeah, yеah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah, yeah)

Accept your are gay before I quit

(Yeah, yeah, accept the loss before I quit, yeah, yeah)

He slept at the house, I bought him some maccies

(Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)


[Chorus: Nikan & Ashh]

What's up, crodie? Got cake, crodie (Yeah, yeah)

Got c*m cake, crodie, got bread, crodie (Woo)

Got dildos, crodie (Woo, ooh), no b*tches, crodie (Woo, mate)

Give no f*cks, crodie (Woo, geeked, mate), I'm cute, crodie (Woo, outta shape, yeah, yeah)

It's up, crodie, I f*ck boys, crodie (Yeah, yeah)

I c*m, crodie, he came, crodie (Woo, yeah, yeah)

Got nerf guns, crodie, (Woo) no girls, crodie
Let's f*ck, crodie (Woo)

f*cked my classmate (Woo), f*ck, sh*t, let's splash in his c*m, crodie (Woo)

Or suck that sh*t, let's splash, hey


[Verse 2: Nikan]

Smokin' on di*ks, we don't f*ck around with y'all

Wanna try this sh*t, let me know

We prepare first and then Columbine

Trenchcoat, under a fellas's sleeve



[Refrain: Nikan &Ashh]

Storke his di*k, storke his di*k (pus*y ass fella)

Stroke his di*k, (Slatt) storke his di*k (Wipe your di*k)

Storke his di*k, (storke his di*k, slatt) storke his di*k (Slatt, wipe his di*k)
Stroke his di*k, (storke his di*k), storke his di*k (Yeah, yeah)


[Verse 3: Nikan]

Doubled the cups and then doubled it up and I doubled it up (Yeah, yeah)

Jump in the Bentley, I jump behind his back and I f*ck the back (Woo, yeah, yeah)

Chuggin' it down he joggling my di*k up, I'm smokin' a pound, I'm f*ckin' around (Yeah, yeah)

Smokin' on loud, smoking on his di*k, we don't f*ck around with y'all


[Chorus: Nikan]

What's up, crodie? (Woo) Got the blicky and it makes me dizy so i keep a stizzy (Woo)

Got the cash, I bake his like a cake, (Woo) ayy, what's brackin', crodie? (Woo)

I just sniper his di*k, crodie, (Woo) chain on hydrate, crodie (Woo)

Get no sleep, crodie, (Woo) I'm geeked, crodie, pushin' weight, outta shape (Yeah, yeah)


[Verse 4: Ashh]

Red wings, red bottoms, I'm a f*ckin' devil and his demons(Yeah, yeah)

We sitting in my room planning our our next plan (yeah, yeah)

Twenty tennis chains on i f*cked him at the game

Not no Ric Flair medal (Woo, yeah, yeah)

I don't gotta run it back his ass be on rewind, you heard what Nikan tell 'em (Yeah, yeah)

Put my diamonds in a bowl, that look like Fruity Pebbles

I wanna f*ck that tiger on the creal box


[Verse 5: Nikan]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

b*tch wanna hit him a lick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

b*tch wanna suck on the di*k, yeah

b*tch wanna get him a brick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,)

b*tch wanna f*ck on a femoboy (Yeah)

b*tch wanna f*ck on the clique (Yeah, yeah)

Euros on euros, I'm gettin' it i hate brits (Uh)

Step on the floor, now I'm lit (Woo)


[Refrain: Ashh ]

Stroke his duck, stroke his di*k (Woo)

Kick a door, keep the Ruger

I kick him in the ass like im his father (Woo)

Put the pole in his ho, bend him over (Woo, woo, woo)

Then you buy that b*tch a brand new Range Rover (Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)


[Verse 6: Nikan]

I'm so high, all I can say is "c*m, di*k, c*m"

I can't talk, I barely could say, "di*k, c*m, di*k"

Count a D and count another one, ooh, ooh (Ooh)

f*ck that sh*t, I enter the lotto, woo, woo i bought me a dildo (f*ck it, yeah, yeah)


[Verse 7: Ashh]

Count a half and another

This boy a twin and his lil bro is undercover (under 18)

(Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I can never be a facade relative

(Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Up to the sky with my mom, brothers died for the taliban

(Woo, woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

They let it hit from the side, they were all cudders

(Woo, woo, f*ck it, yeah, yeah)


[Verse 8: Nikan]

Oh, okay, f*ck him good, make him try voodoo

Okay, my plug put me on, I call him Lou Lou bussy bussy

Hood fella, pay it in full, I'm not a black Jew

What's population? I come from the middle east, we pray for a brick

What's poppin', lady? b*tches love my middle east accent (Woo, woo)

Pain pills, codeine, hydro, acid (Woo, woo)

I hang with some slimes, pullin' kick doors (Woo, woo)

Outchea, outchea, quit your reachin'

Gucci socky on my feet

I put my c*m in it

Sloppy toppy, keep it neat

One, two, three, I got freaks

Ooh, four boys on fleek

Ooh, bad and saditty

Ooh, ass and their titties

Ooh, that ting litty

And my Spanish ting, he bad like J. Lo (Ooh, ooh)

I crushed up an X pill in his as*h*le (Ooh, ooh)

Fifty-round clip, got my Draco (Ooh, ooh)

I should, I should teach sex ed classes (Ooh, ooh)

I stay on my grind, watching thug hunter vids every 30 mins

Margiela ten toes (Ooh, ooh)

Money on my mind, I'm a nympho (Ooh, ooh)