[Intro: Darkie]
We searched "Chris Crack Type Beat" and picked the first one... hehe
[Verse 1: Darkie]
What the fuck, you got tags on yo' pillow fo'?
Smokin' Woods, billow mo'
When I be in the Mitsubishi, danger imminent
Road Ranger dissenin', this is just the christening
Get to listenin' to what the fuck we gotta say (We gotta say)
Duckin' cops, fuck 'em I ain't wanna pay
Gotta play, if you want returns get some designs upon your urn
You gotta say my name, increase my earnings
Burnin', the way the whip is turnin'
Bro, we dodgin' your checkpoints, rockin' the set, boys
Please be direct, noise is prominent and condiments is necessary
Indian, my chest is hairy
Legendary kid, that's why the best is buried
Western are'
Set in sun, trippin' about gettin' guns
Spittin' just to best the pawns, uh
[Verse 2: Cxrpse]
Uh
Burnt bank to Long Beach, smokin' the long leaf
We out in Cali, rollin' up our Omnitrix on me
Two bitches, they want me, gotta pull out the 'Tommy
Left the crib lookin' fresh, feelin' like a tamale
And everybody rappin' like they got a pistol, though
Bring it to the mic and go ballistic, never miss a ho
You don't got permission, why you dissin' all my niggas, yo?
Pull up on a mission, hit up Dillinger and Wendigo
We searched "Chris Crack Type Beat" and picked the first one... hehe
[Verse 1: Darkie]
What the fuck, you got tags on yo' pillow fo'?
Smokin' Woods, billow mo'
When I be in the Mitsubishi, danger imminent
Road Ranger dissenin', this is just the christening
Get to listenin' to what the fuck we gotta say (We gotta say)
Duckin' cops, fuck 'em I ain't wanna pay
Gotta play, if you want returns get some designs upon your urn
You gotta say my name, increase my earnings
Burnin', the way the whip is turnin'
Bro, we dodgin' your checkpoints, rockin' the set, boys
Please be direct, noise is prominent and condiments is necessary
Indian, my chest is hairy
Legendary kid, that's why the best is buried
Western are'
Set in sun, trippin' about gettin' guns
Spittin' just to best the pawns, uh
[Verse 2: Cxrpse]
Uh
Burnt bank to Long Beach, smokin' the long leaf
We out in Cali, rollin' up our Omnitrix on me
Two bitches, they want me, gotta pull out the 'Tommy
Left the crib lookin' fresh, feelin' like a tamale
And everybody rappin' like they got a pistol, though
Bring it to the mic and go ballistic, never miss a ho
You don't got permission, why you dissin' all my niggas, yo?
Pull up on a mission, hit up Dillinger and Wendigo
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