Crvddyrell - M.B.K lyrics

{crvddyrell} verse 1: ni**as want smoke and we on it Opps gon fall in this b*tch like it's autumn ni**as better move with pre-cautions We hotbox the coupe and it look like it’s haunted I got a check got balencis and bape on I know some bloods in this b*tch like a seance I'm good in the hood they won't catch me like trayvon I ran it up fast in my city like tavon ni**as make threats but ain’t bout to drop sh*t b*tches be tryna get wifed and they not sh*t Stop it They smokin on mid and we smoking exotic You cuffing that b*tch and you know she got mileage Rented the tesla ain't know how to drive it It don't even matter it got auto pilot I just want your lips i don't care about your body Her brain go stupid i know she in college She ain't teaching me sh*t but she giving me knowledge If my girl try to call ima put it on silent I just float on the beat i don't even be trying Don't care bout the weather i'm changing the climate This gun automatic it sound like it’s crying If a ni**a try play then his mom hear the sirens Hoo-hoo Said my circle so tight like a fruit loop In the sino do magic like voodoo Said i count up more money than you do I’m the man with the bands like a guru I got blood on my shoes ain't no suwoop Mob ties in this b*tch know i fu*k with the gang Got on maison margiela no this ain’t no stain Meliodas on me but i feel like i'm pain Feel like steph from the three got unlimited range Crvddyrell & jdg back in this b*tch Know what the fu*k going on Know we left for a bit , know what i'm saying {bridge}: 16, 29, 29, 16 Big things, big dreams, crvddyteam Blue benjis on 250 man know what the fu*k going on {jdg.410} verse 2: How i be running the game in my new shoes, no crease I cannot fu*k with no new dudes with no cheese b*tch i put in that work now they notice the new me b*tch i'm counting up guap it’s a whole lot of blue cheese Told her come on and link b*tch i'm feeling like whoheem Me and crvddyrell back with some no. 9 new jeans And i'm touching that pack on my snap, i'm like “who need?” b*tch i'm drowning in water i don't need no coochi I-i'm 410 from the west side Said it's up with the gang ni**a? Bet. aight I'm upping that chop you get hit with that fire ni**as cap for the gram i can tell that you lied ni**a speak on my name i can bet that he died ni**a said he want beef til he smoked and he fried Hit yo b*tch from the back got her breaking her spine Steady thinking it's yours but she said that it's mine Finna get to that bag got unlimited ties Got that draco it's right on my hip when i slide Gang