[Verse 1: Korban Baxter]
This is the Crimson Star Casino
We bout to kick you out
Steal ya favorite broad then I fuck her in her gaudy blouse
Treat it just like my house
Have a bottle girl giggling on this funky couch
And I'm bout to stretch her out
You know what I'm about
It's your favorite crime boss that'll sock a nigga jaw if he acting out
You know I'm puffin clouds
And I'm bout to call my dawgs that'll go and break some laws yeah without a doubt
Yeah we take it back to the basics
I hit my nigga Josh for some beats that I gotta make hits
This for the kids that wanna make greatness
Just shoot for a dream so you niggas gotta aim it
Don't leave these niggas waiting
These the same niggas claiming they ain't faking
Tell these niggas salutations
They would hit the 9/11 like they name was Ronald Reagan
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah I think I got snake eyes the way I'm seeing em
[Verse 2: Korban Baxter]
Ugh yeah
Yeah nigga
Bagging them packages
There ain't no accidents
Tell em that we back in it
Got more sticks than a Harry Potter flick
Levitating on the beat
Stuff a bitch like it's taxidermy
You know we taking leaps
If this my best shit then I hate to see your best shit
If this my left wrist tell your bitch she gotta kiss it
My watch froze cold it look like Mountain Everest
And my shoes are alligator
So watch where I'm stepping nigga
Hit the roulette table betting black on every hand
Make a nigga suit red when I cock back my hand
And the seats look like peanut butter so I call my car Moose tracks air the lobby out
You know we coming through
It's Oswald the lucky nigga and the samurai Juice
Tearing up shit like we was in the booth
Taking that shit right back to the roots
Grip you by the collar
Ripping out ya tooth
Tell em Juice, yeah
This is the Crimson Star Casino
We bout to kick you out
Steal ya favorite broad then I fuck her in her gaudy blouse
Treat it just like my house
Have a bottle girl giggling on this funky couch
And I'm bout to stretch her out
You know what I'm about
It's your favorite crime boss that'll sock a nigga jaw if he acting out
You know I'm puffin clouds
And I'm bout to call my dawgs that'll go and break some laws yeah without a doubt
Yeah we take it back to the basics
I hit my nigga Josh for some beats that I gotta make hits
This for the kids that wanna make greatness
Just shoot for a dream so you niggas gotta aim it
Don't leave these niggas waiting
These the same niggas claiming they ain't faking
Tell these niggas salutations
They would hit the 9/11 like they name was Ronald Reagan
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah I think I got snake eyes the way I'm seeing em
[Verse 2: Korban Baxter]
Ugh yeah
Yeah nigga
Bagging them packages
There ain't no accidents
Tell em that we back in it
Got more sticks than a Harry Potter flick
Levitating on the beat
Stuff a bitch like it's taxidermy
You know we taking leaps
If this my best shit then I hate to see your best shit
If this my left wrist tell your bitch she gotta kiss it
My watch froze cold it look like Mountain Everest
And my shoes are alligator
So watch where I'm stepping nigga
Hit the roulette table betting black on every hand
Make a nigga suit red when I cock back my hand
And the seats look like peanut butter so I call my car Moose tracks air the lobby out
You know we coming through
It's Oswald the lucky nigga and the samurai Juice
Tearing up shit like we was in the booth
Taking that shit right back to the roots
Grip you by the collar
Ripping out ya tooth
Tell em Juice, yeah
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