Roof gone, ain't no ceiling when we're out riding
Tombstone b*tch you're finna get this pile-driver
Two toned, yeah the glizzy be a fire fighter
New stones on me feeling like an ice minor
Baby I ain't signing, I'll wait for the right timing
Say she love me I can't fold I know she's white lying
Chickens clucking in the coup, I hope they're outside, and-
All my n*ggas f*cking shoot, then go get high about it (slaat)
Crawfish, crawfish, crawfish, crawfish
Yeah, I'm off this
These f*ck n*ggas crawfish
Said I'm off this
All these n*ggas crawfish
Bet that choppa take your head off like a mud puppy
Bring that drama if you dare you did enough stunting
And lil mama got that head, yeah, she a slut-bucket
And that karma leave you dead and you can't run from it
We take caution to these hoes I gotta get the bag
Relay shotgun all these poles I keep one in the head
He play possum on the road then hit 'em with the Benz
Eat a potluck with the bros to keep a n*gga fed
Crawfish, crawfish, crawfish, crawfish
Yeah, I'm off this
These f*ck n*ggas crawfish
Said I'm off this
All these n*ggas crawfish
He ain't built for this he never been an inmate
He ain't real for sh*t he never had a quick play
We ain't feeling it you need to get your sh*t straight
Were concealing sh*t the heater got a d*ck made
Cook it up (uh, yeah)
Heat it up (uh, yeah)
Eat it up (uh, yeah)
Keep it tucked
Out the house with it my brothers into real estate
We need counseling on the low cause we might get you sprayed