cripn 4 life

yo

unc' you wasn't lyin' 'bout these muh'fuckin' cookies

cause

all this money i'm makin'

they thinkin' mason

but i ain't pappy

yo unc'

as clean they come

fuck it

my braids nappy

my older bitch wanted to kick it

i put on rick james gladly

for the same caddy

that with the same navi'

i'm up early at the crack of dawn

movin' like a

uncle snoop in the coupe with group

bad bitch twistin' my locks

jack in the box

do it major

slang my flavor as i stayed on the block

they raided the spot

i'm hot

devilish features

but heaven sent

pimp shit

mink to the floor

my bitch in leopard print

i don't trick paper on your chick

somethin' i never spent

just me and snoop

twin drop coupes

cookie's the medicine

sky walk in the everglades

cause

i'm forever paid

cut from a different cloth

i guess i'm a renegade

drinkin' crip juice with a splash of some lemonade

we on daytons and we skatin' like a icecapade

gelato we can light for days

on god i'm a boss now

uptown nigga

i was up in harlem knockin' dogg pound

used to the water nobody get nervous if it's sharks round

chains glow in the dark now

foreigns

i hardly walk now

used to run

now i walk

all the cases i done fought

all the bud that i done bought

and all the bitches that they thought

that they could get a piece of my establishment

looky here bitch

i ain't havin' it

if i blast the shit

watch the opp do a backward flip

my backwood lit

fn got a plastic grip

had an advantage in the trap was good at math and shit

used to bag up to doggystyle

you can't imagine this

it's like a

action flick

with the mackin' pimp

the rap i spit will hit you like a tag and split

bag the fit

blue rag

sag for this

you mad as shit

my nigga east bagged ya bitch

got blue diamonds

blue hoodies

feel like i could never crip enough

unc' put on for years

who am i to fuck tradition up?

don't even trip nephew

just clean the kitchen up

and keep it crip'n for life

never switchin' up

yeah

real talk

from dogg pound to uptown

real shit

you can't spell west without the es

you know what it is

real hustlers

real crip'n

shout out to my nigga mars

myguy

for hookin' up this motherfuckin' beat

yo east

i told you when you hit the motherfuckin'

lax

touch down

nigga

cause i got that bubblegum

that real shit

that real crip shit

you what i'm talkin' 'bout

that hubba bubba

that blue bubblegum

cause

you can't get it no where but here

for real though

have a little bit of that crip juice

with a splash of lemonade

and a bubblegum backwood

and you gon' be aight

you understand me

yeah

east