Crooked I - Straight to the Bank (Week 1) lyrics

[Verse 1: Crooked I] This is a letter to my true fans Take the letter N off the end of fan Add an M, yeah you my true fam I ain't never needed a news stand Just a new stance to understand the dudes the truth, damn Kiss a record executive's a** I can't do They wanna rape you before they bathe and ape you I'm clapping my hands, p**y rapper well done They bent you over, made you spell run, (R-U-N) Now that's some deep sh**, I'm on some G sh** Like getting your peeps hit and not giving a f** the least bit My trigger click lickety split, quick as E-Swift Sip the liquor, that's how quick a n***a's heat spit I'm rap terror, I'm eating n***a's insides Heart dark as mascara surrounding Prince eyes Ya'll small french fries, inch size This brother lynch guys, you'll be dead way before the stench dies I'm a way better swinger like I was trained by Mayweather Sr Crooked, they never seen ya, grey leather seats in the Modena sh** that straight cheddar bringer Still thugging wave middle fingers Bosstradamus, this year I'm dropping "B.O.S.S." I promise Haters, yeah I came across your comments While I was lost off in the Bahamas With a awesome little mama Like Buffy peeling off pyjamas p**y so good I threw her some cheese son Dick was even better so she gave me a refund Speaking of dick I'm thinking you pricks can eat one And don't ride mine when that summer heat come They say the truth shall come to the light I guess the spotlight is on me when I'm clutching the mic Clutching it like chrome pipes Not the kind you find under a bike The kind that makes swines run for your life All you best rappers alive, you make a n***a laugh 'til I cry Put the cash up, dance with the I You could be the best rapper alive after I die Then I come back twice rapping with the pa**ion of Christ Married to the streets, made her sign a prenup Taking my paper to the grave, bury me G'd up LBC'd up, yeah COB'd up So far ahead of you meth heads you better speed up n***as pop pills getting E'd up Me, I'm addicted to Lunesta cause I do it in my sleep, what B.O.S.S., see you next week