CrunchTime

No Planet Fitness bitch it's crunch time

I feel like the new age James Bond

16 bars we drop straight napalm

Hold the game hostage like everyone stay calm

Pull up at your crib like Jake from State Farm

We left one survivor alive to pray for him

I ain't got the money or time to wait for him

Punch line after punch line I'm knocking out all the competition

Lunch line after lunch line I'm sick of waiting, I need nutrition

I could get it moving, hot wire no key in the ignition

Big boy, big bully I pray I don't drown in my ambition

Damn, she mad pretty

Good kid m.a.a.d city

Might die for $250

Notorious, no Biggie

Fuck niggas, no Diddy

Let's put the *mchew*

Let's put the

bullshit aside if he fly away, we gon cut the

wings off his back someone tell these niggas to shut the

Fuck up looking at you dumb like what the

Hell did you think you were doing

I had a plan but it's ruined

Place your bets I'm a shoo-in

I'm the face of this shonin

I'm the last of the Ronin

I could fight till the morning

I got the eggs on the griddle

I bet the dust never settle

I put this bitch in sport mode and push my foot through the pedal

I got my hands on the metal

I know she friends with Geppetto

I put this bitch in sport mode and push my foot through the pedal

No Planet Fitness bitch it's crunch time

I feel like the new age James Bond

16 bars we drop straight napalm

Hold the game hostage like everyone stay calm

Please point me to the nigga that I think he's cracked up

We treat hoes like iPhones when they cracked up

Promise I won't trip bout a bitch that came here to act up

No weapon formed against me shall prosper yo ass get packed up

You better go get your man's and his man's and his man's too

Cause I promise y'all both going to need back up

I'm hopping out the Sonata

My Choppa on Rada Rada

Got money stuff in piñata's

What will you do for a dollar?

For just a little cha ching

I bet that birdie gon sing

Let's put it all on the table, these hoes ain't got shit to bring,

If niggas work 7 hours, I'm putting in 17

I'm the tower that never lean

I'm the coldest shit ever seen

We got *mchew*

I keep rappers heads like a souvenir on my necklace

Real Light Yagami he must have a death wish

No more Roadhouse nigga I hate Texas

separate the boys and men cause we eat steak and herb chicken

I don't trust a soul cause I know all these hoes is for the picking

I was on the first team named captain when they started picking

I hopped in the game they thought I popped something way I started dicking

Niggas called me crazy only crazy till it started sticking

I look way too good to pay for pussy what I look like tricking

If it work, it work and if it don't, what I look like tripping

I got work to do time to lock in nigga time is ticking

We eat rappers just like finger food, I'm in here finger licking

John Wicking

I walk through the party yelling Baba Yaga

Bentayga

I won't reach my hand out just to try to save her

We get paper

I'm so far from earth I might not see you later

No Planet Fitness bitch it's crunch time

I feel like the new age James Bond

16 bars we drop straight napalm

Hold the game hostage like everyone stay calm