Crud (feat. Giggs)

歌詞

(How the) How the fuck you get punched up with a gun tucked? Lumped up without the sum That sums up all of you dumb fucks Dumdums without the gun Shouldn't beef above 30 (30), but man are too bloodthirsty (Thirsty) Left the club drunk without the rum Knife work, man's cutting out early (Early) You don't know nothing 'bout certy Talk is cheap, anyone can outword me I'll push man to the max, no mercy Ah, they keep talking Game of Thrones But if you look at the stats, I'm Cersei (That's another) That's another head gone You could be right and alive Or you could be dead wrong We don't hide out unless man's in Croatia We gon' find out where you live and go later Better mind that I'm as close as your neighbour Claw and a mask, man know Mr. Vega No bullshit, we don't panic, full clip in the 'matic Full clips, cinematic, caught him in the traffic Old-school Giggs, Let Em Ave It (Hmm) What's that breeze? Just caught wind of the fassy When his friend came back, he was a vegetable, sadly Whatever, I'm letting off right now, is going on jezebel scatty What, blud? There's ring off the ting, and then there's decibel happy That's two different things, the mandem are well splashy Bang bang ricochet and ping, will somebody tell Ashley? Gangland, every day and ting, then I moved out gladly Hashtag get away from him, they want a shootout badly Apart from mistakes, what have you made? (Money) Couldn't even make Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid) My girlfriend's preggers right now, it's ironic how my birthday is her due date If I'm out of line, there's a Reason my Logic ain't Cubase My new ting talking about ex men, I don't care about X-men unless they can mutate I don't care if it's US or UK, I don't care if it's a duet or crusade I don't care if it's you, them, and Luke Cage If I slew them it's Doomsday Same person, straight merkage That left there, I turned it When I left there diverted (How) How did he dead diversions? Your version or my version? The playback or live version? They want Ghetts back, but the 2000 & Life version Think you're a big boy 'cause you got a beard (Beard) Bullets'll make your face look weird Ashanti the way man side burning (Nah she's still good food, though) True-true don dada, can't tell man about bruise and batter Can't tell man about boom and scatter Can't tell man about shoot like Kaká Cyaan tell man about "Who's that rapper?" Them kinda ting make human para' Cyaan tell man about food and trapper Been out here since FUBU and Kappa Baby nine, man goo goo gaga Sting man like Buju and Shabba All man there is bodoof and backa Greengate gangbanger, no suwoop or blue bandana J Hus with a knife, that's Juju and dagger (Ah, ah, ah, ah) Eat him up, beat so tasty Giggs so rude, yeah, Giggs so facety Pricks get bruised up, hit, no safety Pricks get moved up, bitch, don't make me You, him, her, that bitch don't rate me You've been acting nervous lately Dude got captain murdered baitly Broad-day, burnt up, slapped up, weighty (Woo) Yeah, slapped up, shaky (Shaky) Wake him up, wakey wakey (Hmm) Yeah, big bread, you so bakery (Haha) Forgot my weed, so who's gon' lace me? (Haha) Sticky, blue marijuana Yeah, Lucy and Lana (Agh, agh), wanna chew the banana And Lara (Yeah), sipping D'ussé with Carla And man got the power liked I moved in with La La (Nah) Hollow got man so nervous, sweet, man so Werther's (Werther's) Sweeties, man sold sherberts Yeah, man just rinsed that MAC straight, man flip burgers Yeah, man got hit nine times, yeah, man got Curtis'd (Ahh) Yeah, man just 'lowe me ('Lowe me) Yeah, 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah, rowdy, rowdy Yeah, nigga, don't dial me stylist No, no one don't style me (Style me, yeah) Nigga, just give me some space please, no one don't crowd me (Jheeze) Yeah, new innuendo (Yeah), parked at the station Old-school used to Nintendo (Hmm), greazy, uno momento Got that, shoot him again though (Hah), boost in the bando Fuck that, boost in the Benzo (Boom) Big cake for a hen do, but who'd be the hen though? (Haha) And he's got the high-grade, but who's got the créme, though? Yeah, skrrt in a Lamborghini, yeah skrrt it again, bro (Woo) With that Dr. Dre and Eazy-E, turn up Lorenzo (Woo) Honk honk, yeah, H on the honka Saw me with Swizz Beatz, video, H and the monster Yeah, H be the romper-stomper, yeah, take it and conquer (Conquer) Ay, man can't respect this yute, 'cause mate, you're a plonker (Haha) Living, man's just living this, man's so stupid, man's the silliest Man's just hideous, straight Darth Vader, H Darth Sidious (Agh) True-true don dada, can't tell man about bruise and batter Can't tell man about boom and scatter Can't tell man about shoot like Kaká Cyaan tell man about "Who's that rapper?" Them kinda ting make human para' Cyaan tell man about food and trapper Been out here since FUBU and Kappa Baby nine, man goo goo gaga Sting man like Buju and Shabba All man there is bodoof and backa Greengate gangbanger, no suwoop or blue bandana J Hus with a knife, that's Juju and dagger