Krash

Intro: JEAN DEAUX

I be the fountain of youth

Wetter than scuba, que lo que jewler

Give a fuck how this bitch wanna maneuver

Verse:

I hope that he got a sweet tooth

Cause he fill every cavity with juice (Juice!)

On my lip, and he sip when we kiss

Open wide dont hide it let loose (loose)

Get it jumpin like E2

Brute in the booth like Et Tu

Two lanes, big body Bruce Wayne

Ima shit twice over like deuce deuce (DEUCE)

Piecing bitches like a planned out puzzle

Threesome, siamese need 2 brains

Ride face like a brand new muzzle

When I cum, Im top of the food chain

Dont ask for it rough, less you speakin true game

Imma be on ya neck, like two chains

Pro tools bus it open, makin new notes

Opera in the phantom, now they seeing two ghosts

Neighbors sayin "Who knows?"

Smellin like pluto

My niggas not sweet, nigga diabetes beef ain't seeing glucose

I dont like ballers, Lonzo starters

Wanna top, dropping two strokes anyway

Fresh squares to your throat, bringing G’s to the coast

50 cent for a new smoke any day

You can't touch the kid like Chris Stokes no Tucker, my niggas B 2 Klose with a K

CHORUS

I ball cause Im young

Bitch you can't take me?

Keep me off ya tongue

Im hot like the sun, let you bitches orbit

I gotta carry my sons

She say the sum, my choppa do math

It carry the one

Verse 2

Oop (be quiet)

Bitch beware of the juice

So many woos Ric Flair in the coupe

Too much beef please spare me the stew

Got on suede Jimmy Choos and its rare that Im through

I ain’t letting hands on the merchandise

Bookin fees hit a surging price

Tell that nigga please be further wise

Fool me once, I'll hurt em twice

Crash out like every weekend Jesus

Paster say its my season

Some are/Summer gunning for me

Hate my achievements, evil

When are/Winter these stevens gonna get even?

Spring up at 2 am bouta get beastin

Fall back im feastin

Yea bitch, that a way

Many dem, One of J

Surf boards up when I see a trend

Kill a wave

Real estate on west side interstate

Born. Bred. Innovate

BRIDGE

Leave all the sensitivity on the floor

Get you drippin like Niagra

You could tippy up on all 10 toes

Hang you up from candelabras

I dont know exactly who led you on

You just stepped into a jungle

Shit get sticky from here on

Pretty bitch jus put you on

CHORUS

I ball cause Im young

Bitch you can't take me?

Keep me off ya tongue

Im hot like the sun, let you bitches orbit

I gotta carry my sons

She say the sum, my choppa do math

It carry the one

Bride 2 [Bari]

Ridin round, gettin it

We got wild stories

Yea we stack to 140

You hear pom poms cheerin

Yall my shorties

41

41

Yea young nigga shoot like 41

Shoot like 41

Young nigga ball like a tournament

CHORUS

I ball cause Im young

Bitch you can't take me?

Keep me off ya tongue

Im hot like the sun, let you bitches orbit

I gotta carry my sons

She say the sum, my choppa do math

It carry the one