Crop Out

[Verse: leafuh]
Walk round with that K tucked
All you do is dick suck
Crop you out the picture
No I can’t keep stick tucked
Talk down you get sent up
Hop inna V and we get that boy gone
That bitch want me how I take off in style
We gon’ push up and do that boy wrong
Heavy artillery right on my arm
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556’s gon’ knock off his face
ARP locked in this basement
I’m tryna go, don’t live at no base
I’m tryna fuck, ion care bout no date yuh
Balenci Belt on my waist yuh
Ain’t passing no blunt Imma face yuh
Yo bitch on my dick I need space yuh yuh
I’m finna make this bitch jump
Walk in the spot start pourin it up
Swear to god I do not give no fuck
If you owin me some bread
Imma need that shit right now
Got that pizza in the house
He got cheese up on his mouse yuh

And my twin just hit my phone fuck it
Imma fucking throw it
Every shot I make a bucket
Rocking Undercover pants
Balenci the tee
And yo bitch want me
Hit that hoe back like next week
Made a whole rack off sum weed
Inna whip wit ARPS
Bitch yaaaa

[Verse: Winterfluu]
Cryin like a bitch cause I done took ya funds
Yea I mix the Rick with the Margiela
Damn, I can’t take no flicks with her
I can’t get caught up
Number9 might be dead but I’m still rockin Alyx
Hit her up butt fuck that
Leafuh he gon pull out stacks
Give no fuck where you at
Why you scared? drop the @
We gon’ take ‘em off the map
Inna Hellcat ain’t no Scat
I’m in her spine, I’m in her back
That’s why she ain’t textin’ back
Too much pussy think I’m sea sick
He try to hard tryna be shit
That lil nigga on some me shit
That lil nigga on some me shit
Bih!