CRUMPETS! (feat. sgpwes)

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(ZaySkillz)
Niggas irrelevant, niggas don't got bands, yeah
I told that bitch and I'm celibate
Run up on gang, you a skeleton
I'm making hits off of Edison
I really count up the Benjamins
I finna raise my adrenaline
Tell my bitch I need some medicine
My bitch a whole different specimen
I put my bitch in some Leatherman
I put my hoe in some Vetements
I put my thot in Chanel
We finna send you to hell
That nigga broke, I can tell
Leavin' the class before the bell
Choppa finna give him hell
And I used to trap out the cell
And all of my diamonds, they bussin
Run up on gang, we gon' bust it
AR15, I'ma dump it
I blow that bitch like a Trumpet
I'm in London eatin' crumpets
And I done went up on the same thing
Money on me with the same gang
Niggas don't work, then my chain swing
If you don't get money, you can't hang
Five, five, six, it gon' go bang
You in that bitch, she suck on my dick
Lil bro, you can keep her
Makin' 10K a month
I'm really smokin' on reefer
I do not need her
Yo little bitch is a eater
She pop a 30
When she want dick, she like hurry
I'm in the telly I pop a perk, yeah
You know my vision get blurry
I might just f*ck on a thot
That bitch is a 10, so I just might do it again
I'm finna run in your spot
You know that I'm spinnin' a Benz
Or it's a Bentley, yeah
Presidential, you don't feel me, yeah
Five percent all of my tint
So you know you cannot see me
Why these niggas wanna be me
His bitch got me up on repeat
I'm finna slide
Baby girl, I can't waste time
We in the spaceship
Puttin' the stars in the sky
Wait, what
I got that Japanese denim
If he want smoke, then we end them
In my pockets, I got hundreds
You know that I'm finna spend them
Niggas irrelevant, niggas don't got bands, yeah
I told that bitch and I'm celibate
Run up on gang, you a skeleton
I'm making hits off of Edison
I really count up the Benjamins
I finna raise my adrenaline
Tell my bitch I need some medicine
My bitch a whole different specimen
I put my bitch in some Leatherman
I put my hoe in some Vetements
I put my thot in Chanel
We finna send you to hell
That nigga broke, I can tell
Leavin' the class before the bell
Choppa finna give him hell
And I used to trap out the cell
And all of my diamonds, they bussin
Run up on gang, we gon' bust it
AR15, I'ma dump it
I blow that bitch like a Trumpet
I'm in London eatin' crumpets
And I done went up on the same thing
Money on me with the same gang
Niggas don't work, then my chain swing
If you don't get money, you can't hang
Five, five, six, it gon' go bang

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