mr crocker ft ezcodylee lyrics

[Chorus: ezcodylee]
(swag swag swag)
(swag swag swag)
I don't want your mouth b*tch you can go and talk to homie
All them n*ggas talking go and grab that choppa for me
This sh*t loud like speakers this a different knocker homie
We ain't talking Tetris when we f*cking blocks up homie
You don't even hear us coming you just hear this blocka homie
How the f*ck is you a shoota you don't put no shots up homie
Making money everyday I hope my bank don't lock up homie
Going hard up in that paint I feel like Wacka Flocka homie
n*gga think that he the sh*t I just think that he caca homie
Just cause I be speaking proper don't mean I won't pop ya homie
I'm so fly if they wan get me they need helicopters homie
If he want ya he gon getcha don't know how to stop my army
b*tch it's MNB Militia we move like the mafia homie
b*tch I walk inside yo crib an treat it like mi casa homie
Glock up on me, If he run up now you Mr.Crocker homie
I got you tweaking and sh*t

[Verse: Cor]
Got a n*gga tweaking like a f*cking crack addict
b*tches MNB I told em n*ggas that we back at it
She was wishing for some sh*t i'm not the genie from Aladdin
n*ggas throwing me the ball I'm not gon miss yeah I'm gon smack it (Pfft)
Talk loud I don't say a word (Pfft)
Guap now, big checks you heard
b*tch I got swag fly like a bird
Smoking with my bros 'cause we put in the work
Damn, I finna push a n*gga backwards
Damn, ex ho feeling like she cursed me
And i asked my bro is it really worth it
Yeah, I don't know if this ho can nurse me
I don't want that ho cause she's really dirty
Swimming in this water sh*t looking murky
Running up the racks yeah I got like thirty
Chilling in this b*tch tryna pop a perky
Uh Uh, I'm like shoutout to my ho's mamma
She spit on the di*k like a llama
I told my ex b*tch I'm not really fond of ya
I got hella gas b*tch im finna roll it up
(f*ck outta hear b*tch)
[Chorus: ezcodylee]
(swag swag swag)
(swag swag swag)
I don't want your mouth b*tch you can go and talk to homie
All them n*ggas talking go and grab that choppa for me
This sh*t loud like speakers this a different knocker homie
We ain't talking Tetris when we f*cking blocks up homie
You don't even hear us coming you just hear this blocka homie
How the f*ck is you a shoota you don't put no shots up homie
Making money everyday I hope my bank don't lock up homie
Going hard up in that paint I feel like Wacka Flocka homie
n*gga think that he the sh*t I just think that he caca homie
Just cause I be speaking proper don't mean I won't pop ya homie
I'm so fly if they wan get me they need helicopters homie
If he want ya he gon getcha don't know how to stop my army
b*tch it's MNB Militia we move like the mafia homie
b*tch I walk inside yo crib an treat it like mi casa homie
Glock up on me, If he run up now you Mr.Crocker homie
I got you tweaking and sh*t