Crawl

A bitch said

Crawl fore you walk

I been running this shit

Since a jit

Been a walking press kit, nigga

Even with no diamonds

No stylist

She sexy

I don't do mistakes

Shawty I don't do the fakes

I just do the yard

Cuz I got a lot of rakes

Say it jam while in use

They had to fish it out of lake

God know that I got to do it

It'd be fucking up my faith

I know I ain't got to do too much

Just make his life ache

I just want the cake

So I could stuff it in my pocket

Smear it on the mattress

So my box spring can count it

Aye

I don't got receipts

You got to chat with my accountant

Aye

Baby, you be pressed

You be doing too much poutin

And Iont see enough effort

You aint doin enough

With Makeit Zooted up

Wit Wopp, so I'm booling up

Push pedal cruising up

Horsepower on my body

Yea I'm Truey'd up

Yea Yea

Anti till the death

Strictly Mobbin, good at snappin

Ya'll good at cappin, Y'all not

With these problems

Getting mixed with the Martin

Good wit friends, good wit Tommies

Which is on my body

No Fairley, like the 90's

Good with choppas

Just not into Harley's

Unless they Quinns

Yea, you not like him

I don't need no hoe

But I need a bitch to play her roll

Let's go

They like Wopp

How you get a mission

Eenie Meanie Minne Moe

I be fuckin hoes

By the four's

That's the shit I'm on

I can count the money faster than a machine

I know these hoes go

Woof

Wopp be too smooth

Woof

Big dog off the noose

Beat that pussy

Make her crawl back

She fell in love with the moves