Single / Track

Somebody Pinched My Ass When I Crowdsurfed

Chris Crack & Bruiser Wolf•Official Audio (YouTube API)

Lyrics

Mess with him, I asked my brother "Don, how did that feel?"

He said, "Damn, it wasn't no fun"

People writing articles ain't never seen a dope fiend

I got some shit for your head but this ain't Tylenol

I ain't here for no preaching so I ain't gonna pile it on

Pour it in a glass and just stay away from Styrofoam

25-cent bags of chips and had a dial tone

I know you ain't just step on my Yuttas

Drunk goofies, they can't never be trusted

She want the meat, I had to reach for my rubber

Had the Quali-Act green at the Tuss, ain't watch NBA since the bubble

And that's on my cousin, nigga

Grew up with them niggas that was raised out the dope game

In your mama kitchen with the razor to an old plate

You can always tell a thirsty nigga getting no play

Bitch, I'm from Chicago, we ain't never had a snow day

People writing articles ain't never seen a dope fiend

Elon finally ruined Twitter, at least he ain't a quitter though

If you ain't never did a sentence, mind your business, hoe

Check the square, don't check a pimp, huh

Keep the drafts out my face like a weatherstrip

Sat next to Keyshawn on the plane, I ain't gonna never miss

.357 with the leather grip

Hotter than some devil spit, Famous Dave's Dame Time came to play

Late but I ain't claim the date

Same page, whispers in the dark, but I ain't change the pace

Grew up with them niggas that was raised out the dope game

In your mama kitchen with the razor to an old plate

You can always tell a thirsty nigga getting no play

Bitch, I'm from Chicago, we ain't never had a snow day

People writing articles ain't never seen a dope fiend