Crates (feat. Interstate Jay)
King Chi
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Aye Interstate Aye, I don't want to sip no Sprite if ain't no lean in it Send the testers half-a-brick of soft and let a fiend hit it This shit I'm smoking on gone cost like three-fifty Catching plays sliding down Hill I'm screaming FREE RENNY I just hit the corner store I'm finna pour a pop Pineapple Fanta mix it with a deuce of Wock We got everything for cheap nigga come and shop I just bought a 50-round and put it in my Glock All I do is get the money I be making moves Spent 1300 on these Christian Dior tennis shoes These niggaz capping always talking about what they finna do I'm headed West to California about to send them through Pull over out-of-town tags on the rental plate Why the f*ck you think these niggaz call me Interstate Told them better watch that nigga I heard he a snake They send that nigga to the pen they gone eat his cake Wise man listen here, now listen here What you thought you about to slide on this metropolis and hear High position scratching opposition off the list in here Learn to live with fate and pray For doing all this sin in here Lower self wanna demon-strate Misdeal at the table keep a Ace I remember we was hooping on a crate Food and blade scrapes on the same plates Shadow government I'm with the SHHH We the boule Drop a script of crimson ibuprofen on your toupee When I told them it's my tourn-a-ment it like a Kumite When I'm out in public bitches call me by my username Speaking with my brother Interstate on real estate Like AmeriKKKa for sell but it's spelled with triple-K's When you really catching cool you never late these niggaz wait But I ain't copping pleas for the French kiss Or a s'il vous plait How I punch the 24, Kobe Bryant figure 8 That's infinity Aye the peace will break your parts that's integrated With the nickel-9 jackhammer Playing Backgammon for the Bean-stalking plays Overnight in Atlanta Got me in the Kung Lao fedora and some Hyperdunks In Agora bar looking for Employee of the Month, Whoo Hit the lemon-lime Faygo with the red pint, Uhh Dear John, headlights how I shine bright, Yeah I was getting books out the kitty like Bid Whist Roll your toupee up King Chi a Big Wig Yeah I really got it from the Pitt like Wiz did Black father over-throrough'ld it just like my kid did Wise man listen here, now listen here What you thought you about to slide on this metropolis and hear High position scratching opposition off the list in here Learn to live with fate and pray For doing all this sin in here Lower self wanna demon-strate Misdeal at the table keep a Ace I remember we was hooping on a crate Food and blade scrapes on the same plates
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Written by: Allen Jones, Jason Carn, Jasyn Carn
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