aftrr! - time crisis lyrics
[reef]
aye ain’t sh+t sweet
i was f+cking round on x pills with my last b+tch
tryna make ends meet
im so sick of these birds wanna get em dispersed
tell em shut they beak
i wake up then work off percs
folks i just tweak
i needa get them hurt ima s+d+st
if it ain’t bout bread boy save it
hol on i could f+ck this hoe for a payment
triple a twenty make it back in a month
got my foot in the club
that boy be stepping on the ones
i can’t f+ck with a scrub but tlc been number one
machine gun kelly or sum boy im a son of a gun
i’ll pull up with the heat like i play for the suns
and i pull up with a rocket to send dat boy on a run
how much x in my stomach uh p+ssy a ton
are you dumb or you dumb likе boy u been a lil bum
hey
im rocking moncler issey miyakе
convertible carter
you missing the topic
you shop at hot topic
boy you need to stop it
pull up with them golems
i call em my goblins
my sniper on timing its never a problem
i f+ck on his momma for few hunnid dollas
d+mn
[aftrr]
bruce lee how i kick sh+t
chop got that dawg wit a drum thats a big b+tch
white hoe kimmy crawford how im kickin it
arp wit a silencer like im ferb how im k!llin sh+t
p+ssy boy he broker than no other ain’t no fixin it
you pay for me for a feat you want a beat then give me dividends
sippin molly water got me stutterin like timbaland
im druski at ur funeral im talkin what he coulda been
bad latina shawty gimme taste of that pupusa
draco take yo partna and yo momma no babushka
smokin mario kart got me seein koopa troopas
mixin green wit my fanta call it oompa loompa
big boy get shot in his fupa
the rueger gon vibrate yo block like a tuba
im blowin up sooner
you stuck in ur roomer
its reefuh and me on tv
zeke and luther
back in the cut with my twin time crisis
pray that my choppa dont bite, mike tyson
stick in the mud but a drum leave you lifeless
nero the captain can’t copy im priceless
ina 2 door coupe
got hoe after hoe like duck duck goose
at a party off a molly tryna get footloose
glock leave you with no option, you chopped n screwed
yeah
[reef]
blow that b+tch up like a whistle
i put my trust in that pistol
arp big den a missile
i pop out the cut hit a triple
flood the wrist hurricane katrina
i jus dropped this bag on sabrina
boy i touch more racks than serena
no you can’t see me john cena
[aftrr]
huh moncler coat
under the weather this chop what i tote
im in that gle smokin my dope
she want a piece of me u do the most, oh
never sell my soul
movin that pack that i got for the low
i will never switch up ill never fold
mr freeze my wrist on froze
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