Chef Gold - Crew's Cunt Troll lyrics

Part 1 [Verse 1] She blow like a gun at the track meet Tell her run with the wind Told me she gotta make a call So I go f** with her friend Up in her ribs Didn't know that I was f**in' with twins Weeks later she hit me up and said "Link up at the crib" I jump in the Benz I'm driving this sh** Opened the door barely got in She gave me head we ended up in the bed I told her strip and told her let me get in I hit it again; I swear man I be doin' my thing Before I can blink twice, her cellphone starts to ring Her man called to let her know he found out 'bout the fling From a wierd a** number like he f** with the Feds f** if you fed, you mad cause I'm up in your chick, PRICK! [Interlude (Boyfriend on the phone)] "Tell him that's it, I'm bringing my clips And know that I'm gon' aim at his hip Next to his limbs, then up to his lip Until his blood starts to drip When I buck him and dip So what the f** did he think?" [Verse 2] I told him, "f** you I'm about to bust in your chick" I let one off quick, put my clothes on and jumped in the whip Shook her up till she told me where the f** does he live Rolled me a spliff, I puff a few hits then I tuck in the grip I'm laughin like something funny and sh** Saw his friends, then I told em' that I want his head, and wanted him dead Then told em' "gimme the loot" they came up with some bread Now sit and enjoy your day as I head to the bank On the way home, I seen the n***a picking up meds co*ks**er saw me and looked like he was pissin' his pants I let go two, he hit the roof, I'm ready to rip him to shreds About to k** him, tried to jump buildings, put some sh** in his leg Was stuck on the edge My trigger finger itchin, life has come to an end Caught slipping as he hung from the ledge I bet he wish he could have done something productive instead I said "Wa**up now mothaf**a, dummy you dead!" [Verse 3] b**hes they throw at me, then I start catching mad feels I'm mad chill, we f**in' and I throw on the mag shield I get rock, we get stoned, and she get that a** drilled I got her running out like she just took her last pill I sit higher than mountains when I'm showing these cats sk**s Make a bad deal, gon' be you last meal, if the gat's steel A beast yet to be tamed, I'm suggesting that you stay back You'll be living in color, black and blue cause' homie don't play that All my women got racks and they stay strapped Don't wanna relax then say smack Then they gon' have to lay back And then things fade to black when you takin' nap Wishing you could take it back but its too late for that Part 2 [Verse] Deadly cause he gettin' bread Bankin' in plenty of cheese if used differently, run a delicacy My team hungry, ready to eat Nah, better yet feast I pan knees not to spread these pennies Gettin' everything free, food and delicacy We delinquents, you losin' your connection, where the link went? It just ain't addin' up if you ain't tryna make a difference Since infants, we knew we see our influence is invince' The influence is infinite If I get sent to [?] mesh ya size up with some inches See no incest, with the two eyes in incense This just in, she give brain and she injest The eye scholar Never held back like dog collars I got farther with some conscious traits on my god father Set my standards high when I got taller It ain't hard to make a hit-man, been a shot caller Got the pit skunky and it stink not rottweilers Head honcho, chef Boyarflý cookin' up with pot though Like child and angus [?] A rain about to start so get your poncho They ask what I be on it I tell 'em I's a [?] Met women for the riches we can't kick it if you latos Might put it in her tonsils only cause her lube [?] If the s** was bomb she'll be considered a bomb shell Had me kinda shocked cause I ain't never saw nil Why you tell lies I utilize the English language, uh They don't want beef so they'll anguish, uh Whether or not they fell for angus but It's either harboring or just your's filled with anger Can't f** with us, ain't just cause we dangerous Don't be salty with the pigs Gotta stay on point for all these pricks Hardly on the hardly, well sh** Godly, he's godly when he spits And I rap circles 'round squares and rap circles Put fair and scarin' players again Compared to hurt all in a hurdle Soft flow and started soilin' they jaws cause we fertile Type to take my mister child and come cow down to Myrtle Used to tell me "shoo, Fly" Wonder how I stay so grounded it ain't cause my shoes fly I'm too high, goodbye I'm too high, goodbye