Single / Track

Crispy T

Lyrics

Boss lifestyle is the way that I live

Do another show, spend it on fits

Cars in the driveway, pounds in the crib

Always stoned but I still handle business

Schedule full, that's how a billionaire livin'

I roll that one up, you can tell how it's hittin'

A pound just came, you can smell from the kitchen

A boss just ate, you can tell by the dishes

My smoke too strong, I got everybody lifted

My pack too loud, what you smokin' on whispers

Your bitch just ain't the same, mine's different

In Seattle for a few hours just to kick it

Your songs ain't fuckin' with mine, that's my opinion

She gotta bring that money on time to get my attention

She know that I'm the one because of the cars driven

Gotta hit the target every time, not attemptin'

Started off shy, hit the weed, she actin' friendly

Roll 'em in the sky, brought a P for the visit

Always stay high, my team always crispy

One hundred with that shit, you can miss me

Put that little money up, it don't impress me

Used to be my dog, now he act like the enemy

You can't hit my phone, you can't hit the tree

Got my money long 'cause ain't shit for free

Put a lot of kush in the streets

We all got somethin' to roll, everybody eats

Now everybody roll, everybody known to eat

Ballin' in this bitch, feelin' just like Kobe, B

I like my money neat, bad bitch, she petite

I done rocked Dior sneaks and spent some bands on these jeans

Maybach with four seats, came with chrome havin' loafers

Uh, uh, pickin' out the car, eeny, miny, moe

Uh, uh, rollin' out the boat, seein' how it smoke