Crete (Pt.2) - Arkadi Martinë

Look Crete Mmm Hmm Same nigga breakin' down hoes left and right (Yeah) I was countin' up an M on a private flight (Yeah) All this Chrome on my body like a medieval knight (Hmm) I was fuckin' up a sack on that purple Sprite (Yeah) All my bitches been official, even tote a pistol Even blow up like a whistle, lie to officials I'll drip you down in crystals if I know you're real (Mwah) How you geekin' out your body off a pink pill? I caught you lying, tell me and I'll fuck with you still (Damn) So many properties I bought, I'm king of the hill Fuck nigga need to learn his place, 'fore we put 'em in it (Yuh) Steppin' and swaggin', I'm runnin' shit, I might run for senate I got a bitch up in the kitchen, wearin' them coochie cutters (Yeah) Free my doggy out that cell, straight up out the gutter (Sweet) Been them niggas ever since the position needed fillin' And I fear I didn't see it, it was just me and Dylan You see, it was just me and Justin (Drive) Grippin' her hair while she top me, might give her concussion (Yeah) I don't like discussions (Damn), I'm too rich for fussin' (Exactly) Look her dead in her eyes and have that pussy bustin' (Yeah) I ain't ever cuffin' (Yeah) If my corner baby die he psyched out, still (Yeah) Your baby daddy broke, no need for him to write a will (Yeah) I put paint on my nails, bitches fuckin' still (Still) It's old money in my bank that I'm spendin' still (Yeah) Lifestyle shit get twisted, I been livin' shady (Creep) I been beatin' up that sack like I'm Devin Haney (Beat it) I don't need a rap friend, I'ma step solo (Facts) I try anything once the lifestyle YOLO I don't wanna be posted on the blogs, I don't wanna answer calls I did this shit for my dawgs, I just beat up the mall I just beat up my wrist, I was duckin' IRS I was takin' that risk I was takin' that bitch I was flyin' Air Drake so I was takin' that switch (Bitch, yeah) They gave me M's at eighteen, ain't know what to do I fuck a sack up at a jeweler, I was goin' stupid Fell in love with a teller, I don't know cupid Gotta tell my stepper "No", 'cause he'll really do it Anywhere, everywhere, he don't give a damn Empty the clip, reload the clip, we call it sleight of hand (Yeah) My memory bad, so I'm fuckin' baby on cam' Bottega coat, I copped, R.I.P to couple M's That boy is not a kingpin, he sold a couple grams He ain't no gangster, grew up better than Adonis Graham It's us

Mmmm Ima give it to em just like this Mmmm Where yo gun at? Where yo funds at? Where yo gun at? Where yo funds at? Look bitch You can't run back, where yo gun at? we got drums bitch All da opps dikes, it ain't no fun bitch You get yo shit splat, you ah get yo bitch whacked This ain't no diss track, ion do kickbacks They ion do get backs He got punked fast, with his punk ass This lil bitch she acting bougie, with her bunk ass This lil nigga acting goofy, with his thunk ass Kash where the runts at? Call dude that got the drop, we on all that Pillow talking to a bop, what you call that? Hit yo bitch cuz she was ready, with her tall ass Hit yo bitch cuz she was thirsty, man we balled that She ain't all that Don't approach me bout no hoe, nigga fall back And my teacher never passed me But she call back to eat this dick up Ion wanna hear shit it's a stick up Man down on 83rd nigga get up Got em gasping out for air, nigga sit up Ambulance hit they block, doing pick ups Me and my niggas we bussin Hell naw ion wanna fuck with yo cousin Stuff the clip give that nigga bout a dozen This bitch lil C no oven Ello on point he buggin, Scoom on go she muggin This bitch I'm with she sluggin, that bitch you with be ugly Where yo gun at?, where yo funds at? Where yo mom's at?, where yo son at? Go Bitch ima give it to em just like this bitch Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm