CRAM! ft. MarcoMoney & OsosuckaK Lyrics

(Marco talk to these niggas, man)

I been tryna take my time, but it keep passing by

Chasing W's, ain't worried bout my ex

Bitch don't ask me why

Catching Z's, I'm nodding off the lean

I ain't acting high

We don't play for Colorado, I'm with Milo

Think I'm in my prime

In other words, they can't fuck with us

Took my L's to the chin like an uppercut

I'm going dum-dum when I record, this a sucker punch

Aye aye, do you hear me tho?

My circle like a cheerio

I'm a star, you ain't even got no car

You can't steer me wrong

I'd rather ride by myself, you can't turn on me

And I be feeling like a stripper, keep a pole on me

(Aye)

I hate when my bitch get to bitching

I got hoes on me

My brother keep a blicky, it be switching like my old homies

And these shoes ain't got no laces, I ain't tripping on it

I see familiar faces, but I know who isn't coming

(Uhh)

You was never round when I was down and into sum

Even if I count a million hunnids I'll still frown, I miss my cousin

(Long live my cousin)

All these niggas fake, feel like I'm living in the Truman show

Cop the Wraith

Lookin' for a snake with my newky pole

How we gang gang?

How is bro yo main, and you knew he told?

(Haha)

Nigga that's so weird to me

All these hoes just wanna fuck

Remember they was weird to me

Round of applause

I get to clapping, you won't get no cheers from me

Oso ride with Dracos

Ion keep no same poles

Running like Usain tho

When he seen that flame go

(Fa, fa)

Ion beef on Instagram, too many niggas weak

We don't do no house games

Leave that shit up in the streets

In the streets, not industry

Niggas ain't no kin to me

I don' watched my dawg turn to a snake

So how my friends gon' be my enemy?

Drop low

Finna cop the coupe that got the top gone

Niggas copy cats, said it's tragic

Bitch I'm the top dawg

I can feel the tension

It's evident niggas not on

Nigga

Can't even fuck with me

Black out the Rolls Royce truck when I'm living comfortably

I can't even lie, I pray to God that bitch is suffering

Stuff it in my wallet, I'm sorry

Can't even buckle heem

I'm tryna touch a bop with some commas and then I double heem

I feel like I'm chosen

My neck? I need it frozen

Said she want my love, bitch I would love if I could poke it

I'm just tryna stroke it

I need you to focus

I got pain inside my heart, so play the part or imma ghost it

If I hit it twice, then you can call that shit a bonus

Bitch I think I see the light, I swear to God that I been on it

Imma take off

Pray that shit don't take long

When I throw that rock, you better knock it

Like it's baseball

Ahh