I'm straight from the mix, your bitch is my mistress
She uses my dick to take off her lipstick
Running the city, this is the King Tutt district
Take a step back before I go ballistic
Think I got time to deal with all you dipshits?
Nah, I'm in my Benz while you rolling in a Civic
Diamonds so bright in a black hole they glistening
Dropping my rhymes, give a fuck if you with this
Let's clear the air and get through the violence
Got the motor in line, got the white slips
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Get your little bitch then get up and drop this

Wake up, wake up

It's Crichy Crich, biatch
Word to the show with a nose for the blow
All white fur coat, finna smoke till I choke
Attitude, fuck him, when I see him I'ma duck him
If he all up in my space, I may have to go and chuck him
Fuck that, where the bottle at?
Tell her bring another one, I'm 'bout to drink all of that
Crichy in the building, go and tell the girls, fall back
Got 'em standing in line tryin' to swallow that
Fucking with a beat, then let me off my leash
I fuck up this city then collect my cheese
I'm chilling with my Gs, there's some girls with the breeze
Sitting on their knees, swear to God, they all freaks