Crete Music Vol. 1 lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hope he think it's sweet, hit his house, won’t leave nothing left
n*gga owe me money take his life, that's fair don't need no ref’
Never had no boss I'm rich as hell I f*ck 'round pay myself
24, done made that wit' my Asian I'm doing good myself
b*tches splitting pills they kinda nervous that sh*t won't get you wet
Baby girl gon' take one in your mouth, you want this new Patek
Put my ex last cause she don't matter, just like Arc’teryx
Bald head b*tch carry my cash I call her Marbury
Flash out gang, don’t make me go insane I need that
Four big bodies, my girl ride sloppy this sh*t two twisted
Nеw b*tches in and out my spot like we sеll food dishes
Something is suspicious, huh
Rolling I could barely feel my tongue I'm with my mistress
Bought a crib so big it fit on both sides of the district
Had two b*tches f*cking they start tweaking it was different
I ain’t never seen that
Had this b*tch deep throating she had spit back up my bean back
I ain't never seen that
Gave that b*tch six thousand she had brought me back some lean back
Your favorite rapper rap 'bout selling drugs he never seen crack
Probably why he seem whack, uh
n*ggas not 'bout what I’m on I told my team that
I pull up with F&N's I get yo' team jacked

[Verse 2]
Enrgy made this one
Look
It's us
Look

I was 19 years old wit' 500 thousand
Not in my bank, n*gga on my f*cking neck
One Ferrari got into a wreck and got a faster one
Had a b*tch who sucked at sucking di*k and got a nastier one
You don't like the way the truth sound then don't ask me nothin'
Kick it wit- uh, look
I'll kick it with a thot if she realer than a classy one
Spent two million on my momma loan, know she glad I'm son
Still pulling out these burnt hoes with a magnum on
It's free BG until that n*gga free, I'll be glad he home
Step on sh*t they disrespect the 'crete gotta crack they bones
With my brother with 'em right or wrong gotta right they wrongs
Hit a b*tch who beautiful as hell, but hate all my songs
My nails painted, bank account sainted, skin like Franklin
On molly di*k up in her ass got her Harlem shaking
In the club then threw like 30 thousand brought her outside raking
Who gon' clean this up?
I only sip on wock, not no henny, don't bean me up
Last day of school only time a n*gga beat me up
Look, and he still broke
I done seen like 30 million plus so who's really the joke?
Thick b*tch all up in my face blowing out smoke
Ooh b*tch lucky you fine or you'd have to go
[Verse 3]
I ain't met a b*tch who wouldn't f*ck after I got rich
I know several n*ggas who gon' step, just to feed they kids
More poles, if I get paranoid, walk in wit' a grip
Made lil mama do a walk in, she bet' not give me lip
X, adderalls, percocets 10's, packed for every trip
Wrecked a 'rari, wet like Kalahari, done bought another whip
Momma knew once I got to them M's they couldn't tell me sh*t
[?], posted in a park, not talking 106
Lil bro'll do yo' ass bad, call a 187
Done had every b*tch that's worth the risk, stole 'em out of heaven
Six suitcases, 40 bags, it's a start up Chevron
Keep to myself, I can't cap, I'mma do it like Devin
Side deals I made with all the reverends, secure a spot in heaven
This b*tch think I'm the one, think again like déjà vu
Rendezvous, with all of my brothers, bring some b*tches too
I despise these n*ggas
I despise these n*ggas, we all rap, but I'm a lil different
I divide from n*ggas, bought some acres, over by the water
I'mma hide from n*ggas, don't wanna work, I don't wanna link
I be tired of n*ggas, I be tired of banks
Teller call my phone so much they think my wallet's fake
Preorder my coupe, inside it's brown like Baby Tate
Way too many pints, my dog he sell them by the crate
All my furniture it's custom ordered, it's on a freight
I don't do Ikea, I'm way too tasteful with ideas
n*gga spend his savings on his chain okay I see ya
Piston like Isaiah, keep my pistol way too player
This lil' b*tch came through with two big buns like Princess Leia
n*ggas said he'll see me at the top, I'm already here
n*ggas setting dreams in their head, they'll never see
Listened to yo' tape, looked in yo' eyes, that's not who you wanna be
n*ggas cliquing up, di*k ride for clout, that was never me
If that's how n*ggas get the main spot, that's something I'll never see
On God