TRENCHTWiiNS - Cracc Rocc Lyrics

Bro don't like the phone cause the Feds'll hear him
So he told me to expand my vocabulary
I call him up and tell him have my cabbage ready
Said officer I'm sorry if my salad smelly
A couple grams in the wrap, half is plenty
Puffin' dabs and the wax, got the sour cherry
With your favorite bitch, now she shower ready
Why you hatin' when, you coulda had it already
I'ma take the city over
Weed so strong it got a shitty odor
Every bar I spit is pretty vulgar
Gettin' older and older
Still runnin' shit like a motor
I'm not a kid I'm a grown-up
I'm nit a jit I'm a soldier
Fight to the end lemme show ya
I'm bolder then most of the rappers you quotin'
And notice my bitches got asses just like Stephanie Moulder
I'm definitely over being indefinitely sober
Especially over the gay shit
Jeffery hold up
I like your music but whoa bruh

Cracc Rocc got me hella rich
But now I'm duckin' every time I see the Feds
And I'm f*ckin' every time I see your bitch
Already hit it three times in ya crib
And now she got you sleepin' with my kids
It's crazy what she do for The Twiins
She suck and f*ck just to see them M's
I pull up and drop the roof off the whip

I f*cked around and I fell in love with this life
Now I can't give it up
Im addicted to it like its a drug
I want it all I can't get enough
So I'ma live it up until im deceased
Its in my blood, I'm diseased
It's All I Do, AID
Like I git AIDs, HIV
And I used to fight it
Like it was hepatitis
But now I love the music
Yea I love to rap it and I live to write it
No Quentin Miller
No ghost writers
Line for line every song is mine
And I got the touch so you can call me Midas