I. Crawl

Where we were, kinda thing

Betchya crawl, all alone

Who am I?

Rec League, I ain't payin' to ball

Y'all B-string like a broke guitar

And I still put it down like the family dog

Yeah. I murder some, I murder one

Explain it all, Ferguson

We ain't gotta sing the same old love song

Cut a white girl with the same black gloves on

Yeah what you saying to it?

Old money look, new money go do it

Make 'em turn around in their lane like a U-ey

And I'm only looking back if I'm looking at her booty

(At her Boooty)

What's the rationale?

They wanna smoke niggas when they Black & Mild

So we acting out

Ok cool

Blue dream by the bouquet 'til I'm blue faced on a Tuesday

(Can I have some?)

#NiggasBeLike

Put a plus eighteen on that e-vite

And I said what I felt, no re-write

Nah nah, they can't hold me

June/July, drop something

I double dare you, I'm Marc Summers

I scorch winters, I burn autumns

Gut niggas, so Kurt Vonne

Elle Varner, got a crush on her

I gotta wait in line for that

Ain't nobody got time for that

Ain't nobody gotta rhyme with that

Too true like it's 2 Chainz

Blue Blood like he both gangs