Crunchin

I'm from Detroit so you already know what's up then
I don't care how you get your money cause I'm plugged in
By any means necessary nigga, just win
I was down a hundred twenty now I'm up a buck ten

I owe you, it's only us I put my trust in
Fuck friends I don't got none but my shotgun cause it's just fam

So better click in on 6 mile I'm the brick man
My sink bowl like a sink hole and it's going down bitch quicksand
Air bending with them hair triggers get you split ends
When I burn em out I ain't worried
About no couple thou cause I get bands
So bitch dance cause I'm ten band
Basketballing, big ten
I'm trying to slam and get a private
Dance she acting like she don't get head

Bitch quit playing all I got is dick
And some big red and I'm fresh out
But you can put your mouth on my dick head
I'm good on my feet but I'm even better in bed
My left pocket got a fish head and my right pocket bout a ten spread

While niggas out here trying to act like
They doing something (I'm slapping)
I ain't gotta rap, I'm a do numbers
Crunching, crunching, crunching, crunching
Crunching, crunching, crunching, crunching
Cause my trap slapping and my hood bumping
Got the spot jam packed and the club jumping
Crunching, crunching, crunching, crunching
Crunching, crunching, crunching, crunching

I ain't gotta rap, my trap do numbers
Plus I got them collard greens, cabbage, and the cucumbers
True pockets full of green beans and cream cheese
And last few summers I been balling out bitch D league
Now I'm in the NBA nothing but ass and titties
When I'm in the A it's pinups and magic city
Used to do a board day selling halves for fifty
Put up the hundreds and the fifties and I stack the twenties
Playing with them tens and fives I would practice plenty
Now I got them posturepedic stacks that's that mattress money

While niggas out here trying to act like
They doing something (I'm slapping)
I ain't gotta rap, I'm a do numbers
Crunching, crunching, crunching, crunching
Crunching, crunching, crunching, crunching
Cause my trap slapping and my hood bumping
Got the spot jam packed and the club jumping
Crunching, crunching, crunching, crunching
Crunching, crunching, crunching, crunching

Lay a nigga down if he thinking I'm pussy
I got them pieces for a rack but they kinda ugly
Sipping tinky winky got every color lean
Purple, red, yellow, green we some teletubbies
M-A-P game time to get this money
ConCreatures 227 hell block hully gully

While niggas out here trying to act like
They doing something (I'm slapping)
I ain't gotta rap, I'm a do numbers
Crunching, crunching, crunching, crunching
Crunching, crunching, crunching, crunching
Cause my trap slapping and my hood bumping
Got the spot jam packed and the club jumping
Crunching, crunching, crunching, crunching
Crunching, crunching, crunching, crunching