Bitch didn't have my bread



[Verse 1: Chris Crack]

Rocking low dungarees like come and see

They don't want smoke, bitch I'm gungho

Pump long, stash it in the couch at your mama's house

She chocolate but she called me papi

I'm not just ?, we was bumping before we walked in

Clock my speed at a thousand

You can't tally my mileage, I'm going all out

Call out for help cause you was drowning

Got lost in the sauce

I can't call it formaldehyde and embalming

I started this whole problem of

Not replying to e-mails, fucking on rapper's mamas

I'm sorry to be so graphic, nobody asking for salads

They want beef, drum beats and snare kicks

Get into this rare shit, Chris Spencer stay with a rare bitch

See, I'ma pull it like a hairpin, exploding the doja it keep me lifted

I'm up, having prescriptions and they be asking to kick it

Then they flexing on Twitter, it's cool but I don't get it

I be with most of their bitches



[Hook: Big Shep]

I crush yo bitch and gave her back cause I'm a nice dude

I'm a nice guy, cool like ice cubes

She called me, she give me brain at night, I call that night school

I got hoes on the song, I'm like nice suits

I got hot at 16 like a high school

And I bust yo ass in two, can call that flight school

Ice water in my veins, I'm like ice cubes

America Most Wanted, nigga, I'm like Ice Cube



[Verse 2: Vic Spencer]

The passenger's asking me dumb ass questions

Keep your bum ass suggestions, I don't fuck with y'all

Y'all got a A for sucking balls

Leave your ass blind in your house, left you touching walls

There's levels to this, barricade an organization

Fortify, fornicating, now open wide

Niggas scared to come inside

I know niggas that can't ride unless the gun inside

Even in the roller coaster, soap and rope choked ya

Elope with money, divorced with the childhood when I smile

That mean I'm pissed off, never wear my pants like Kriss Kross

Iceberg cause the shit cost, I'm the big homie

I tell them little niggas to get lost before I hang ya

When I was young, I used to talk to strangers

Either way I had to hawk or bang ya

Choose your option, bitch, either way a nigga got you

I laughed when I saw you on the IG, I'm spotting you, bitch



[Hook]



[Outro: Vic Spencer]

Riding good, sliding good

Gripping wood grain

Wood stains, look man, the book came with kush strains

I'm the same OG, genuine with ice cubes

You missed the shot, nice try, dude

Beat the case, ate fried fool

All I need is the flavors of all the high ?, bitch

Chris Spencer in suspenders, no pretending in linen

Grinning with all the rappers' women, ooh



[Hook]