Crap Hands

[Verse 1: King Joe]
Put your money on me, like crap hands
I was stressed out, 'til the pack landed
You was the man until the king came
Pourin' D'usse like a lean ape
Heart cold like Green Bay
You niggas off brand, like some team J's
I like things that appreciate
I could make in a month what a teacher make
And I don't write, nigga grade that
Chillin', getting high like state tax
I don't rap I state facts
Eight hundred percent flips off of eight racks
Don't worry 'bout these niggas 'cause they makeshift
Like you bought a bag full of cakе mix
When we was young, we usеd to take shit
Now I got a chance to be a great, bitch

[Verse 2: Aye Jae]
It's about the money, weed, bitches and ice
Stupid nigga, this is the life
Always taking risks, fuck you niggas' advice
Stupid nigga, this is the life
It's about the money, weed, bitches and ice
Stupid nigga, this is the life
Taking risks every day, fuck you niggas' advice
Stupid nigga, this is the life
It's too many mini-me's I seen 'em do this before
New Versace velour, them bitches rock with the boy
We been out here making classics, some bitches drop to the floor
Niggas tried to roadblock it, they couldn't stop us before
Ain't no fucking rap friends, my niggas plotting for war
And that's all y'all
Michael Jordan with this shit, in other terms: a ball hog
Bitches trying to contact me, block 'em from the call log
Where the fuck my condoms bitch, we never fuckin' raw dog
Me and King be at the table, money down on all talk
My niggas big dogs, you pussy niggas all small
Know that we gon' toss them phones if see the law called
Damn, I miss my granny cornbread with the hog maws
All you niggas all fraud, so when we leave the show we sliding dick all inside y'all broads
They bring a pound of weed, that shit sitting in the tall jars
We need a couple thousand, give a fuck about what y'all charge

[Verse 3: Premo Rice]
Okay, I used to be clean in my ice-blue Jag
Your bitch make a wish as a pimp slide past
The eye, stop and spend some cash
Her eyes drop and she choose on the ave
My mouthpiece frigid, talk a ho out her heels
Big league cheddar, let you know how I feel
Worldwide weather, I got snow on Brazil
Real smooth stepper, I'ma walk in the field
Real troops moving, droppin' bombs in the trap
Real juice moving, I'm a Don and a Mack
Four, five G's, put it all on the table
Real P shooting, hit the 7 in craps