letra de cruddyk - yung dizzy
[hook]
these n-ggas saying they cruddy, but i’m cruddyk
catch a cruddy n-gga, shoot him in his face
catch yung slime, hit him with this drac’
these n-ggas keep talking about trell, and what happened to [?]
heard that fat b-tch got stuck on the pavement
man he should’ve tied up his shoes, his fat ass tripped on his laces
better think twice when you bump this right
a young n-gga tried, almost lost his life
the drac’ jammed up and yelling out, “f-ck”
b3 still hitting, he don’t give a nut
trying rob me, you must be a dummy
this drac’ in my goose, don’t get turned to a mummy
what he got a problem, he keep looking funny
what we want smoke, n-gga tell me you want it
[verse]
tell me how you want it, this sh-t can go anyway
why you playing with your life, you can die any day
give my youngins the call, i bet they won’t stall
them young n-ggas coming to spin anyway
pop the rp 20, with one in my stomach
smoking [?] dead n-gga, she gave me the munchies
you know how i’m coming, this drac’ get to thumping
i know i’m a rapper, i’ll still put you under
i know i’m a rapper, i’ll still take your life
i did it before, why would i think twice
i was in the cell when the men spun the ‘dise
make one call, put your block on ice
dumbass got hit, he fighting for life
that b-tch ass n-gga might die tonight
that b-tch ass n-gga might die in the morning
told her i’m trying f-ck, only call when i’m h-rny
young b-tch blowing my phone up, [?] ignoring
i’m standing outside, sitting on live, they said they gonna slide, n-gga we ain’t hiding n-gga
n-gga i’m painting k, catch fat [?]
[hook]
these n-ggas saying they cruddy, but i’m cruddyk
catch a cruddy n-gga, shoot him in his face
catch yung slime, hit him with this drac’
these n-ggas keep talking about trell, and what happened to [?]
heard that fat b-tch got stuck on the pavement
man he should’ve tied up his shoes, his fat ass tripped on his laces
better think twice when you bump this right
a young n-gga tried, almost lost his life
the drac’ jammed up and yelling out, “f-ck”
b3 still hitting, he don’t give a nut
trying rob me, you must be a dummy
this drac’ in my goose, don’t get turned to a mummy
what he got a problem, he keep looking funny
what we want smoke, n-gga tell me you want it
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