Sherwood Slim - Crawfish Lyrics

Ayy, this ain't no more of that water whip shit, you head me
This that pure f*ckin' pressure
I ain't applying pressure on probation no more, nigga
This that pure f*ckin' pressure, you heard me

Ayy
Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up, beat it up
It's in the pot right now
Whip it up, whip it up, whip it up, whip it up

They cookin' dope right now
Hit em' up, hit em' up, hit em' up, hit em' up
I can get em' touched right now
I know a daughter go to school at should

Get her kidnapped right now
Cookin' up rocks in pots and pans
I can't believe it, I got some fans
I like them flocks but tote FNs
Left me for him, ought to kill her man

Bitch, am I alright, no I'm insane
My normal is your strange
On my face got tatted pain
I bossed up my mental

Now my reach is out your range
Can't get blessed upon my presence
Less you come and spend some change
Nigga, I got mob ties with body bags

Done used the wrong scale
Sell almost geeked up off some glass
It's best you keep me quiet
You don't wanna see me flash

Brand new whip, digital dash
I'm rich, I came from rags
I'm hotter than some Takis bad
Bad bitch givin' me noggin

Just left the jewelry store
I got all them hoes pocket watchin
They left me in the cold with no clothes
Now I'm high topic on the road

With them bowls tryna triple up my profit
She tellin' me she love me
All that lying, lil bitch stop it
The streets been starving for that hot shit

So I'ma drop it
I'm fendin' for blood
I walk around like a zombie
I ain't law abiding , motherf*cker

I pull a homi's
Finna knock my cougar down
I have her body loose like noodles
Go ask my last bitch

Three rounds, dick still hard like a tiger
Her and her friend fresh out the shower, damn right, I'm finna chew em
You break the weed, you stuff the cones
F*ckin' right, we need a few of em

And we are
And we are
And we are who we are
And we are