Crud Addict - Datkid, Leaf Dog

«Rap game heavy hitters»

«Last place you wanna bring the drama at»

«Remember I showed you I graze heads»

«29 and 30 emcees, I do 'em dirty»

«Rap game heavy hitters»

«Last place you wanna bring the drama at»

«Remember I showed you I graze heads»

«Get my head right to smash your moms»

Yo, this is that black leather gloves with the Marigold’s underneath shit

My patience ain’t as long as my penis

Stay out for everything like I need it

Take candy from your baby;

tell you that «I'm teethin'»

'Do the crime, do the time'

Fuck that, I’m breezin'

Babylon;

dead

Bally, make sure they seen it

Lifestyle;

hotcakes

Demeanor;

freezing

Slap you in your mouth

Then again just for bleedin'

I’m calm nowadays;

I ain’t never been tame

I would call half you rappers out

But I can’t remember your names

You got your tongue in my arse

I got my head in the game

I might as well do it

Either way, I’m gettin' the blame

Yo, contraband wedged in my arse crack

One hand in your pocket

The other unclippin' your chick’s bra strap

I’ll bounce your head off the tarmac

And leave you roadside, without your shit, like you just got carjacked

I’m so loose, you can’t tie me down

You know where to find me

Fuck if I might be found

They let me out of jail

Bates is like «Why's he out?»

I’m still out here cruddin' out

How’d you like me now?

That’s real life;

you wouldn’t know

You ain’t the real type

I snatch handbags, snatch mics and steal bikes

Can’t nothin' match what jackin' you feels like

I do it out of greed, just cause it feels nice

You’re oblivious;

I’m sizin' you up like garms

Yeah, I’ll take your bitch walkies, better watch my charm

Can’t seem to keep my hands to myself

Or my thoughts in my head

That’s how you bitches get talked into bed

Man your breath smells like my fingers

I wonder why?

Yeah, I wonder why?

Bet she kissed you after;

I bring the drama

I was the guy, yeah I was the guy

I’ve earned my status, check my background

Bris knows me

I’ll take your door off for your shit like it’s po-lice

1−3-1−2 G, Fuck the long arm

When they lift me it’s all tight lips;

no speech

I’m on my money game, I bust knuckles in bloody states

That «don't fuck with me»;

cruddy fame

I turn up at the spot, they like «Oh, what a bloody shame»

But you say it quietly, like my fuckin' name

«Rap game heavy hitters»

«Last place you wanna bring the drama at»

«Remember I showed you I graze heads»

«29 and 30 emcees, I do 'em dirty»

«Rap game heavy hitters»

«Last place you wanna bring the drama at»

«Remember I showed you I graze heads»

«Get my head right to smash your moms»